StevenBoatman

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;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 E...