My special cross

One velvet rope,
One rusty cross,
But no need for soap,
All is clean with prayer,
Kindness helps too,
All is well,
With brittle stew,
This little object takes me places,
Why, I will take you,
On a journey of love and friendship,
Won't you accept too,
Every time I touch this ,
It takes me to a church,
A wooden church to be exact,
It's made with birch,
I always see me and my dad,
We pray till I wake,
That was great, now let's go back; awake.
This object will always help me on my journey with God.