fibiray
08-30-2007, 10:45 PM
Lord, make me an instrument of thy 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 recieve, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Anon:195:
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 recieve, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Anon:195: