This little cross is not magic,
Nor a good luck charm,
It isn't meant to protect me
From every physical harm.

It's not meant 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 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 a cross in my pocket,
Reminding no one but me,
That Jesus Christ is the Lord of my life,
If only I'll let Him be.