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; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
St Francis of Assisi

St.Francis Preaching to the Birds ~ Giotto

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Julie Parker

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  • This is the prayer my mother loved, we sang it ( catholic verse ) and it was printed in her funeral program. It is also a prayer quoted in the 12 step recovery programs. Thanx Julie. I love you so much, T

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