Make Me An Instrument

(An adaptation of the Prayer of Saint Francis)

 

Where there is hatred, let me sow love

Where there is discord, make harmony

Where there is doubt, let me lead it to faith

 

Where there is despair, let me raise songs of hope

Where there is darkness, reveal the light

Where there is sadness, bring tears of joy

 

Mother, make me an instrument of your peace

Mother, make me an instrument of your peace

 

Grant that I may not so much seek

To be consoled as to console

To be understood as to understand

And to be loved as to love

 

For it is in giving that we recieve

It's in acceptance we are set free

And in death we're born to eternal life

 

Mother, make me an instrument of your peace

Brother, make me an instrument of your peace

Sparrow, make me an instrument of your peace

River, make me an instrument of your peace

Sister, make me an instrument of your peace

Moon, make me an instrument of your peace

Father, make me an instrument of your peace

Meadow, make me an instrument of your peace