Cross In My Pocket
I carry a cross in my pocket,
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 ever
It's not for identifcation, for all the world
It's simply an understanding, between my Savior and
When I put my hand in my pocket, to bring out a coin or
The cross is there to remind me, of the price He paid
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 Lord of my life if only I'
ll let Him be
Author Verna Thomas
with permission of Verna's Grandson.
Thank You So
I have had many
friends come into my life.
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But this friend is truly like a sister to me.
Through our teenage years, and all through high school.
We went to church together and spent a lot of time,
together at each others homes.
I was so lucky to have had so many
But I have known this very special friend of mine for
almost 50 years now.
We have shared some very good times.
And some sad and hard times too.
But through it all she has always been here for
and I have been here for her too.
About 15 years ago she
gave me a plaque with this poem.
Little did I know how much
I would need to read this poem so often.
And the cross has been in
my pocket all this time.
This poem has so much meaning to
So many tough times I found myself reading this
Other than my very best friend Jesus,
she is my true
best friend that lives in my home town.
We did have many years that we didn't
We both worked and had our families.
But what a
reunion it was when I found her again.
Friends come and go but,
Nelva and I will always be here for each other.
An Update on our family friendship.
it is a small world.
That is so true, because my parents and Nelva's parents were friends,
and did business together in Paoli, Oklahoma about 1939-1941.
My parents came to Wasco, California, and her parents stayed in Paoli, Oklahoma.
Years passed and my family lived in two other towns in California.
Then our parents met again at church in Fresno, California in the late 1950's.
God brought our two families together again.
When our parents passed away, Nelva and I were there for each other.
A special time for two close friends.
I Love You, Carolyn
Carolyn and Nelva