Lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Wherever there is hatred, let me sow love
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
And where there is sadness, joy.
O, divine master, grant that I may not
So much seek to be, consoled, as to console
To be understood as to understand
To be loved, as to love
For its in giving, that we receive
It’s in pardoning, that we are pardoned
And it is in dying
That we are born, to eternal life.
Amen.