The Lost Cross
By Lorraine J. Anderson
I owned a little cross
That to me was blessed.
It was just a piece of plastic
But it outshone the rest.
It was given to me by friends
At a retreat out in some fields.
Where love and laughter reigned
And hearts and souls were healed.
One day it came up missing
Nowhere could it be found.
I looked almost everywhere
In suitcases and bags all around.
I was upset and broken-hearted.
How could I lose this cross?
Then I realized that it wasn’t the plastic
I had something that could never be lost.
You see, the cross is just a symbol
Of Calvary’s hallowed grounds
And of our greatest Friend,
Who for our sins laid His life down.
I may never find that plastic cross.
But one thing that can never depart.
I will never ever lose the love
Of the cross that’s in my heart.