Lord, make me
An instrument of your peace.
Where 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.
Oh, divine maker,
Help me to not seek so much
To be consoled as to console;
To be understood as to understand.
To be loved as to love.
For it is giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
And it is dying that we
Are born to eternal life.