Once perfect and straight
The dogwood tree
Until they hung Jesus
That fateful eve
Dark clouds gathered
And thunder roared
The day the dogwood
Held my Lord
The flowers bestowed
On the dogwood of now
Shows how the blood
That day ran down
The beauty of the dogwood
Yet, no longer tall
Cause it held the Messiah
To save us all
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