Quote by Saint Francis of Assisi, The Pea

O Lord, make me an instrument of Thy Peace! Where there is hatred, let me sow love.Where there is injury, pardon.Where there is discord, harmony.Where there is doubt, faith.Where there is despair, hope.Where there is darkness, light.Where there is sorrow, joy.Oh 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 Eternal Life.The exact origin of this beautiful prayer remains unknown, it does not appear in any known writings of St Francis. The first known appearance of this inspiring prayer was in 1912 when it was published in the French magazine La Clochette.http://wahiduddin.net/saint_francis_of_assisi.htm


O Lord, make me an instrument of Thy Peace! Where there is h

Summary

This quote is a prayer commonly attributed to Saint Francis of Assisi. It expresses the desire to be an instrument of peace in a world filled with hate, discord, and despair. The prayer asks for divine guidance to sow love where there is hatred, to bring harmony where there is discord, and to bring faith and hope to those filled with doubt and despair. It also asks for the ability to console others, to understand rather than be understood, and to love instead of seeking to be loved. The prayer highlights the importance of giving, forgiving, and finding spiritual transformation in order to achieve eternal life.

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By Saint Francis of Assisi, The Pea
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