Fellowship focus 1 - November 1996
What it all means to me: a poem about the cross
I found this poem when I was looking through my sister's cupboard at the age of about 8. When I read it, it meant something to me. Although my dad used to read the bible to me, it always seemed boring and complicated, but I could actually understand this poem and it has been stuck on my bedroom wall to this day.
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 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 isn't 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 a key
The cross is there to remind me
Of the price he paid for me.
It reminds me to be thankful
From my blessings day by day
And to strive to serve him better
In all that I do or 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.
Chosen by Caroline.