[Dubya]

THE DOGWOOD TREE

When Christ was on earth, the dogwood grew
To a towering size 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 the 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 brown
And in the blossom's 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.

[Dubya]

*Hurts to Touch*

A goober was constantly complaining about how everywhere she touched her
body, it hurt.

Her grandma told her to go and see a doctor.

Once there, the goober explained to the doctor how everywhere she
touched, it hurt.

She said, "If I touch here, it hurts, if I touch my arm, it hurts, if I
touch my foot, if I . . . "

The doctor gave her a complete physical and then delivered his findings.

Her finger was broken.