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 the wood Christ made a promise which still holds
good: "Not ever again shall the dogwood grow To
be large enough for 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 brown And in the blossom's center a thorny
crown.
All who see it will think of Me, Nailed
to a cross from a dogwood tree. Protected and cherished
this tree shall be A reflection to all of My agony."