An Angel In Your Pocket
I am a tiny angel ...
I'm smaller than your thumb;
I live in people pockets,
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect;
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel ...
I was a fairy in a flower;
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools;
We become His eyes, and ears, and hands ...
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Was to keep close watch on you.
Then He tucked me in your pocket,
Blessing you with Angel care;
Saying I must never leave you,
And I vowed to stay right there!
© Virginia Ellis
Keep a Poem in Your Pocket
Keep a poem in your pocket,
and a picture in your head.
And you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
The little poem will sing to you.
The little picture bring to you,
a dozen dreams to dance to you
at night when you're in bed.
So--
Keep a picture in your pocket,
and a poem in your head.
and you'll never be lonely
at night when you're in bed.
By Beatrice Schenk de Regniers
A Cross in My Pocket
I carry a cross in my pocket
A simple 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 every physical harm.
It's not for identification
For all the world to see.
It's simply an understanding
Between my Saviour and me.
When I put my hand in my pocket
To bring out a coin or key,
The cross is there to remind me
Of the price he paid for me.
It reminds me, too, to be thankful
For my blessings day by day
And 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.
Attributed to Verna Mae Thomas
