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.
Hail Mary, full of grace...
Hail Mary, full of grace...
Hail Mary, full of grace...
And so on. It brought more meaning to the prayer for me. So many times we say rote prayers like this without stopping to think of the words.
I want to really stop and think about each plea that the author sets forth in this prayer. I'm not looking to pump myself up and say how I've done these things...because I haven't. Rather, I'm looking to challenge myself.
I welcome your input and stories.
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