Lord, make us instruments of your
Where there is hatred, let us sow love;
where there is injury, healing;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
Grant that we may not seek so much
to be comforted as to comfort,
to be understood as to understand,
to be loved as to love.
For it is in giving that we receive,
in forgiving that we are forgiven,
and in dying to our selfishness
that we are born into life eternal.