When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
It 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 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 all the blossom centers a thorny crown.
All who see it shall think of me,
Nailed to a cross from a dogwood tree.
Protected and cherished the tree shall be
A reflection to all of my agony."