This little cross is not magic,
It's not for identification,
When I put my hand in my pocket,
It reminds me too, to be thankful,
It's also a daily reminder,
So I carry a 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.
Nor is it a good luck charm,
It isn't meant to protect me,
From every physical harm.
For all the world to see,
It's simply an understanding,
Between my Saviour and me.
To bring out a coin or key,
The cross is there to remind me,
Of the price he paid for me.
For my blessings day by day,
And to strive to serve Him better,
In all that I do and say.
Of the peace and comfort I share,
With all who know my Father,
And give themselves to His care.
Reminding no-one but me,
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life,
If only I'll let Him be.
(anon)
