Sir, make me instrument of your peace. Where it shall have hatred, that I bring love; Where it shall have offense, that I bring pardon; Where it shall have discord, that I bring union; Where it shall have doubt, that I bring faith; Where it shall have error, that I bring truth; Where it shall have desperation, bring I take hope; Where it shall have sadness, that I bring joy; Where it shall have darknesses, that I bring light. Master, make that I seek more: To console than to be consoled; To understand than to be understood; To love than to be loved. Thus it is in giving that it's received; It is in pardoning that one is pardoned; And it is in dying that one lives for the Eternal Life. (From: a Portuguese original of the San Francis' Prayer - Oracao de Sao Francisco - at http://esoterico.terra.com.br/vidainterior/interna/0,,OI1079339-EI5930,00.html )