Cross in my pocket

A friend gave me a surprise

Brought those tears to my eyes

She gave me a little present

Truly it was a gift heaven sent

A tiny cross inside of it

And paper with beautiful script

These precious words written in

Tugging at my very heart strings

The 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 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 the Lord of life

If only I’d let Him be!