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Inside Text:
Lord, make me an
instrument of your peace.
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.
O 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.
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