I've been interested in St. Francis. I ran across this poem attributed to him.


Lord, Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace

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;
When there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
When there is sadness, joy.

O Divine Master, grant that
I may not so much seek
To be consoled, as to console;
Not so much to be understood as
To to understand; no so much to be
Loved as to love:
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning, that we are pardoned;
It is in dying, that we awaken to eternal life.