I have recently
come across this poem, although it has been around for many years.
A Cross in
My Pocket
By Mrs Verna
Mae Thomas
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
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 and
say.
It’s also a
daily reminder
Of the peace
and comfort I share
With all who
know my Mater
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.
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