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;
O 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,
For it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Mind / Purpose / Truth 