I saw the cross upon her neck

With gold and ruby cluster....

And diamonds bright reflective light...

To give a gleaming luster...

She wore with pride the jeweler's piece

That lavished trinket splendor..

No eye could look another way

For it's glamor was so tender.....

At first I maveled at the cross

She graciously displayed...

And then I heard a tender voice

That seemed so far away....

I looked around, while others gandered

At the cross embellished....

I saw no other far away

Who's voice my ear would relish...

So I excused my soulish lure

And sat within my chambers....

The organ softly played a song

To quiet churchy members....

I felt a tinge of jealousy

And asked the Lord to help me....

I can't afford a ruby stone

With diamonds to grace my body....

And there it was... that still small voice!

I heard it like a thunder....

"My child dear, I come to you

To cheer your hurting wonder....

It matters not the cross you wear..

Nor rings of bobbled treasure...

I want your heart! To call You Mine....

In that I will take pleasure.....

I gave to you my precious Son.....

Through Him you'll find My favor.....

It matters not the cross you wear.....

But the cross that wore Your Saviour!"