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

Copyright 2003