Cross in My Pocket

I was given this poem by my friend Claire from church.  I went to a ladies lunch at the Razz with all the women from my church.  Claire had made up some small presents for everyone, including a small silver cross with this poem.  I thought it was such a thoughtful gift (which pretty much sums up my friend Claire).

Cross in My Pocket

I carry a cross in my pocket

A simple reminder to me

Of the fact that I am a Christian

No matter where I may be.

 

This little cross is not magic

Nor is it a good luck charm.

It isn't meant to protect me.

From every physical harm.

 

It's not for identification

For all the world to see.

It's simply an understanding

Between my Savior and me.

                

When I put my hand in my pocket

To bring out a coin or key.

The cross is there to remind me

Of the price he paid for me.

           

It reminds me, too, to be thankful

For my blessings day by day

And strive to serve him better

In all that I do and say.

           

It's also a daily reminder

Of the peace and comfort I share

With all who know my master

And give themselves to his care.

               

So, I carry a cross in my pocket

Reminding no one but me

That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life

If only I'll let him be.

Written & Copyrighted by Verna Mae Thomas