When Christ was on earth,
The dogwood grew to a
Towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
And for Christ’s cross
Its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of its wood.
Christ made a promise
Which still holds good:
“Not ever again shall the dogwood grow
To be large enough for such a tree,
And so slender and twisted
It shall always be with cross-shaped
Blossoms for all to see.
The petals shall have bloodstains
Marked in brown and in the
Blossom’s center a thorny crown.
All who see it will think of Me,
Nailed to a cross from the dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished this tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony.”
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