After my Mom died I found this poem ‘The cross in my pocket’ in her purse and want to share the encouragement I got from it with you.
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 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 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.