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;

    where there is sadness, joy.

    Oh 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 it is in giving that we receive;

    it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,

    and it is in dying to self that we are born to

    eternal life.  Francis of  Assisi