In Jesus time, the dogwood grew
To a stately size and a lovely hue.

'Twas strong & firm it's branches
interwoven
For the cross of Christ its
timbers were chosen.



Seeing the distress at this
use of their wood
Christ made a promise which
still holds good:

Never again shall the
dogwood grow
Large enough to be used so...



Slender & twisted, it shall be
With blossoms like the
cross for all to see.

As blood stains the petals
marked in brown
The blossom's center wears
a thorny crown.



All who see it will remember me
Crucified on a cross from
the dogwood tree.

Cherished and protected
this tree shall be
A reminder to all of my agony."



Author Unknown