Poem : The Cross In My Pocket

The Cross in my pocket

I carry a cross in my pocket,
A simple reminder to me
That I am a Christian,
No matter where I may be.

This little cross isn’t 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 Savior 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 too, to be thankful
For my blessings every 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 none but me
That Jesus Christ is Lord of my life,
If only I’ll let Him be.

– – – written by Vera Mae Thomas

12 thoughts on “Poem : The Cross In My Pocket”

  1. Praise God,
    Wonderful poem, pray that everyone would keep a cross in their own pocket as a reminder of his love and sacrifise to all.
    God bless you.
    Tome de Souza

  2. A nice poem. I could have worded it with (how shall i say) a more contemporary feel and positive energy but pride aside it holds it’s own. Holding the presence of a creator is (for me) important.

    In a world dedicated to the buck, bombarded by false idols and seemingly never-ending hybrids and in some countries a prescribed continuity i hold dear family and friends.

    Best regards
    David

  3. This in response to David. This poem is by Vera May Thomas. It’s been around for years and I believe her grandson holds the copyright. Yes, it is a little old fashioned, but many people have found inspiration from it over the years.

  4. I’m an Idaho farmer/rancher. I memorized this insightful poem while riding in the tractor while planting barley. Even though in our religion we do not use the cross as an outward symbol the poem expresses our beliefs. So…I carry a cross in my pocket.

  5. I found this poem inside a small plastic case along with a cross while cleaning out my mother-in-law’s night stand shortly after she passed away. I carry it in my pocket. I forgot to remove it yesterday before doing the laundry. Was happy to find it on this website. I too plan to memorize it as a way to always be thankful for everything The Lord has blessed me and my family with.

  6. Thank you I have just.been talking to an aged gentleman retired priest who spoke of this poem as a memory. He was going to find it in his library but is VIP si I found it for him here.

    Blessing and Peace.

  7. Beautiful little poem, with such simple yet effective verse carrying a message that we would all do well to remember. Like “Footprints” it is a meaningful passage serving as a worthwhile reminder of where our gratitude should be directed.
    God Bless all who see this.

  8. I was given my first cross by my granddaddy back in 1969. I have carried a cross in my change purse/wallet ever since. What a wonderful reminder that Jesus loves me!

  9. I first heard this poem from my professor when I was in college way back in 1984 and since then I never forgot this. It became a source of inspiration for me all these years and I’m very thankful for Him who sacrificed for me. Praise God all the time!

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