A copy of this poem was presented to several ladies recently and after asking the donor for permission I was told “This was something she found and used many years ago, not written by her but, it surfaced again when decluttering. * Anonymous*
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 lucky 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 Saviour and me.
When I put my hand in my pocket to bring out a coin or a 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 to strive to serve Him better in all I do or say.
It is 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 the Lord of my life if only I’ll let Him be.
AMEN