Let me be an instrument of peace

My favorite prayer set to music by Sara McLachlan. Perhaps my upbringing in Catholicism was just so that I would learn this prayer.

The prayer of St. Francis

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.

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

6 thoughts on “Let me be an instrument of peace

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  1. Gianna,

    What a beautiful prayer….

    I love this song – about angels…although I suppose mention of saints and sometimes even angels is seen as mostly “Catholic”….

    There is a part (toward the end) that talks about pain and suffering – making sense of these things….

    Hope you enjoy –

    Peace to you (always),

    Duane

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  2. I’m not Catholic or anything but that’s a really beautiful prayer. I don’t know about bp but if sz is caused by splitting up with someone you were somehow to involved with, some witch or whatever then, knowingly we can hopfully begin to heal the split.

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    1. Hi Celeste,
      no, I’m not Catholic either…was just raised Catholic…

      as far as mental distress of any kind, I personally think that in general it hails from trauma most likely in childhood and can respond to nutritional and psychotherapeutic treatment including self-treatment like meditation…

      I don’t think labels like bipolar and schizophrenia have any real meaningful differentiation or any meaning at all really.

      I certainly believe virtually all of us have the potential to heal.

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  3. Thanks for posting that, Gianna!

    You brought back a flood of memories from childhood!

    I can remember singing that in the school hall. Every morning, we always had to leave our shoes and socks outside and were made to sit cross-legged for what seemed like forever and ever, amen!

    Not sure it made us good Catholics. Sitting for so long with our legs crossed, we were half way to becoming Buddhist!

    The prayer was sung to another tune and slightly different words…

    It was sung at Princess Diana’s funeral in Westminster Abbey: Make Me a Channel – Westminster Abbey Choir

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