Written by Danielle E. Pasqua
Copyright © March 20, 2016
When I was a child, I was given a cross
And was told to protect it with care
So I kept it in a box made of stone
Never taking it out to wear
I knew I was a fool to hide it
Mom said it had been blessed
On the day when I was born
In an ivory Christening dress
One Good Friday when I was ten
I went upstairs to my room
I dusted off my cross holder
Only to see an empty tomb
The cross was not there
And I hadn’t worn it at all
I knew no one took it
So maybe it was God’s call
I opened the window
And the spring air rose
I prayed for the missing cross
That its light would transpose
Saturday, after a bike ride
I took my room apart
My mother asked me why
I told her I had a broken heart
But I wouldn’t tell her the truth
Because I knew the expense
That jewelry can be replaced
But not a cross that’s heaven sent
Easter morning, I had given up
Until the glory of God had spoken
There was the cross on my dresser
And my heart was now unbroken
I could’ve cried, but I didn’t
At an Easter miracle of hope
That Jesus was guiding me
In a cross praised by the Pope
With joy I wore that cross
To church and from that day on
Because I knew inside
That I would always be strong