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;
it is in pardoning that we are
pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
God Bless
America
By José Andrés "Andy" Chacón, DBA