Prayer Of St. Francis — текст песни (Twyman James)

Oh lord, make me an instrument of your peace.
Where there is hatred let me bring love.
Where there is injury-pardon.
Where there is doubt-bring your faith.
And where there is darkness let them see our light.
And where there is sadness let them feel our joy.
Oh divine master, grant that I may not seek
To be consoled as to console.
To be understood as to understand.
To be loved as to love.
Make me your instrument, oh father.
For it is in giving that we receive,
in pardoning that we are pardoned,
And in dying to ourselves that we live.
Oh lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Oh lord, make me an instrument of your peace
Oh lord, make me an instrument of your peace