Around my neck,

And close to my heart,

Is an object of virtue,

The tangible part.

For this cross is a token,

A symbol of faith,

A reminder for comfort,

While running this race.

When burdens come to rest,

On my shoulders heavily,

I feel upon me the cross,

It’s then that I’m free.

With my object of virtue,

All is made clear.

Christ takes up my troubles,

And I abandon my fears.