The Rest of That Prayer

From yesterday, the first part of what’s known as The Prayer of St. Francis:

Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace;

Where there is hatred, let me sow love;

Where there is injury, pardon;

Where there is error, the truth;

Where there is doubt, the faith;

Where there is despair, hope;

Where there is darkness, light;

And where there is sadness, joy.

Memo to y’all who contacted me: thanks for letting me know that you’re “finally just this week memorizing this prayer,” as one person put it.

Let’s add the rest of that prayer today:

 

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.