Clinging Cross

A Poem to Aid Your Prayer, 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 - Copyright 2003.