James Twyman – Letras de Prayer Of St. Francis

Oh lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred bring your love.
Where there is injury-pardon.
Where there is doubt-bring your faith.
Where there is despair bring your hope.
Where there is darkness we will bring your light
Where there is sadness fill your joy.
Oh divine master, grant that we may not seek
To be consoled as to console.
To be understood as to understand.
To be loved as to love.
We are now your instrument beloved
For it is in giving that we receive,
In pardoning that we are pardoned,
And in dying to ourselves that we live.
Oh lord, we are now your instruments of your peace
Oh lord, we are now your instruments of your peace
Oh lord, we are now your instruments of your peace
Your peace your peace your peace