I carry a cross in my pocketA simple reminder to meOf the fact that I am a ChristianNo matter where I may be.This little cross is not magic,Nor is it a good luck charmIt isn't meant to protect meFrom every physical harm.It's not for identificationFor all the world to seeIt's simply an understandingBetween my Savior and me.When I put my hand in my pocketTo bring out a coin or a keyThe cross is there to remind meOf the price He paid for me.It reminds me, too, to be thankfulFor my blessings day by dayAnd to strive to serve Him betterIn all that I do and say.It's also a daily reminderOf the peace and comfort I shareWith all who know my MasterAnd give themselves to His care.So, I carry a cross in my pocketReminding no one but meThat Jesus Christ is the Lord of my lifeIf only I'll let Him be.