Pray Of The Heart

Lord make me an instrument of your peace.

Where there is hatred, let me show 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 Devine Master,

Grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled, but 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 dying that we are born to eternal life.