Clinging Cross

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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 thou ghts 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. Show more