When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size with a lovely hue.
Its branches were strong and interwoven
For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Being distressed at the use of this 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."