Each of my grandmothers carried the Prayer of St Francis with them. One grandmother, rather religious had the prayer typed on a 3x5 card and kept in a little box of things. The other grandmother was not so religious in tradition but lived the spirit of any religion. I found her card by her bedside when home for her funeral last summer. I now carry the prayer in my wallet.Oh Lord make me an instrument of thy 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;and Where there is sadness, joy.Divine Master,Grant that I may not so muchseek 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 are pardoned;and it is in dying that we are born into eternal life.
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