When my mind is fuzzy
And my eyes are dim with tears,
I need to feel Your presence, Lord,
And know that You are near.
When my heart is racing
And my thoughts have such a sting,
I tightly grasp this little cross
and prayerfully I cling.
It's not a magic piece ~
This cross Your father planned,
But when I cling to it
I feel your nail-scarred hand.
Poem by Jane Davis
Original Cross, handmade by Jane