Lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
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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.
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O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek:
To be consoled, as to console.
To be understood, and to understand.
To be loved, as to love.
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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 live.
     St. Francis

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