Post by Woody Williams on Oct 24, 2005 8:23:00 GMT -5
In Jesus’ time a dogwood grew to a stately size and a lovely hue.
‘Twas strong and firm as oak branches interwoven, for the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing thee distressed at this use of their wood, Christ made a promise that still holds good.
Never again shall the dogwood grow large enough to be used so.
It shall slender and twisted be, with blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown, the blossoms center shall wear a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember me crucified from the cross of a dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected this tree shall be a reminder to all my agony.
‘Twas strong and firm as oak branches interwoven, for the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen.
Seeing thee distressed at this use of their wood, Christ made a promise that still holds good.
Never again shall the dogwood grow large enough to be used so.
It shall slender and twisted be, with blossoms like the cross for all to see.
As blood stains the petals marked in brown, the blossoms center shall wear a thorny crown.
All who see it will remember me crucified from the cross of a dogwood tree.
Cherished and protected this tree shall be a reminder to all my agony.