THE CROSS IN MY POCKET

These pretty little crosses in their pockets were made my an elderly lady in a neighboring church. The last I'd heard she had made more that 500 of these little crosses. Inside each "pocket" typed on a small piece of paper is this poem:

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 isn't 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 a key

The cross is there to remind me

Of the price He paid for me.

It reminds me 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.

The poem is from "Creative Communications for the Parish" located in St. Louis, MO.