Where There Is Injury Let Me Sow

What Could You Do To A Man Who Owns Nothing? You Can't Starve A Fasting Man, You Can't Steal From Someone Who Has No Money, You Can't Ruin Someone Who Hates Prestige.

Every Day He Humbles Himself Just As He Did When From From His Heavenly Throne Into The Virgin's Womb; Every Day He Comes To Us And Lets Us See Him In Lowliness, When He Descends From The Bosom Of The Father Into The Hands Of The Priest At The Altar.

What Does The Poor Man Do At The Rich Man's Door, The Sick Man In The Presence Of His Physician, The Thirsty Man At A Limpid Stream? What They Do, I Do Before The Eucharistic God. I Pray. I Adore. I Love.

It Is Good To Read The Testimonies Of Scripture; It Is Good To Seek The Lord Our God In Them. As For Me, However, I Have Already Made So Much Of Scripture My Own That I Have More Than Enough To Meditate On And Turn Over In My Mind. I Need No More . .. I Know Christ, The Poor Crucified One.

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.