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


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 to eternal life



        Chosen by Arthur Close, Steve’s father