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;
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;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.
“Forgive , daily, those who caused the wounds that keep you from wholeness. Increasingly, I find God uses our wounds in His service. By harboring blame for those who casued them, I slow the act of redemption that can bring healing. ” – Phillip Yancey
Jesus said, “Father, forgive them, for they don’t know what they are doing.”