Prayer of Saint Francis of Assisi

This prayer was given to Mom by her hospice chaplain, Rev. Catherine Duncan. Mom attached it to her little caddy that sat on the table beside her chair. I remember them saying it together as Mom was gasping for air in her final days. It something I reflect on daily. It is a prayer I say for myself and when I do so, I think of Mom. Here it is:

Lord, make me an instrument of your 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, ligh;
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.
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. Amen.