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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. |
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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, |
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Slender and twisted it shall always be, With cross shaped blossoms for all to see. Petals shall have bloodstains marked in brown, And in all the blossom centers a thorny crown. |
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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. Author Unknown |
