Lord make me an instrument of thy peace.Where there is hatred let me sow loveWhere there is injury pardonWhere there is doubt faithWhere there is despair hopeWhere there is darkness lightAnd 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 receiveIt is in pardoning that we are pardonedand it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.