The Cross by Lawrana M., 14

(Excerpted from Real Teens, Real Stories, Real Life)

The cross that hangs from my neck
is a symbol of who I am

What I hold close to my heart
some people will never understand

He died for them, too,
not just for me

If they knew someone died
on Calvary

Would they wear this cross
like me?

Or is this a secret that everyone knows
and chooses not to believe

Not comprehending it comes with love
and forgiveness for eternity