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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.

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!

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