Lord, make me an instrument of your peace:
where there is hatred, let me sow love
where there is injury, pardon
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
where there is sadness, joy.
Good Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console,
to be understood as to unserstand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Amen
No comments:
Post a Comment