"A Cross in My Pocket"
(author unknown)
I found this little poem recently that my grandfather, Cecil, always carried in his pocket. It not only brought back great memories of him, but reminded how important my daily life with Christ is!
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 the cross in my pocket
Reminding me, no one but me . . .
That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life
If only I'll let Him be!
