Make Me

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Sometimes when I am on my way somewhere…. picture the place with me…. a crowded bus, a shopping centre, the library, my office…. the whisper begins…. the melody…. the lyrics. 

Make me a channel of your peace

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, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.

And I find my centre.


Listen to Sinead O’Connor’s version HERE