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When Christ was on earth, the Dogwood grew To a towering six 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 this 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 in brown And in the blossoms 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. © Kentucky_Lady4  |