Be Patient In Trials, Watchful

Grant Me The Treasure Of Sublime Poverty.

What Wonderful Majesty! What Stupendous Condescension! O Sublime Humility! That The Lord Of The Whole Universe, God And The Son Of God, Should Humble Himself Like This Under The Form Of A Little Bread, For Our Salvation ...in This World I Cannot See The Most High Son Of God With My Own Eyes, Except For His Most Holy Body And Blood.

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.

Where There Is Injury Let Me Sow Pardon.

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.