The Dogwood And The Redbud
A folk song about the Dogwood and the Redbud tree, and how they came to reflect the story of Easter so well. A song Rexx and Jester play in Christian circles.
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Story behind the song
Written for performance by Rexx and Jester, a poignant story of the Dogwood and the Redbud, and how they came to be as they are today, reflections of the Easter story.
Lyrics
The Dogwood and the Redbud
Long, long ago, when the trees could still talk
And on nights of full moon, you might still see one walk
The trees met together in a field in the fen
To decide who was strongest of them. (2)
The cedar spoke first: Im the most fragrant tree
And Solomon built his fair temple from me
I must be the strongest, I bore pillars of gold
And the mighty seraphim of old (2)
The oak tree spoke next; Just because you smell sweet
Does not mean that you bear a great weight with your feet
Theres no doubt that the oak is a far harder wood
And can bear more than you ever could (2)
The dogwood spoke next. I dont care much to win
But I bore the Lord while He carried all sin
On a cross on a hill while Gods full wrath was hurled,
I held Him, while He held the world (2)
Chorus:
Yet I wish that the Lord would make changes in me
For cursed is he who is hung on a tree
If I were much smaller, Id not count it loss:
For Id never again be a cross. (2)
And before every tree, the dogwood changed form
From one tall as the oak to one small and forlorn
The bark was left rough, like the cross he once knew
And each Easter, hed burst forth in bloom. (2)
Tiny white crosses, each bloom would depict
Drops of blood and a nail print, there on each tip
And deep in each center, a small crown of thorns
To remind him of the burden hed borne (2)
Then the redbud spoke up. Well, what about me?
For Judas, he hung on a strong redbud tree
Such a burden of shame, and the weight of regret
Twas much more than my heart can forget. (2)
Chorus:
And I wish that the Lord would make changes in me
For cursed is he who is hung on a tree
If I also were smaller, it would set me free
No one could hang there on me. (2)
Then just like the dogwood, the redbud changed too
And his bark, it turned dark like the soot in a flue
And red buds sprang forth, crimson drops in the dark,
And each leaf was a giant green heart (2)
Nevermore could a person hang there on that tree
Yet his new form, a message, to set a soul free
Too late for poor Judas, but for you and for me,
The love of God writ on a tree, (2)
Chorus:
For its only Christs blood that can pay for our sin,
Shed abroad for the darkness that hides deep within,
And Gods love springs forth in new life, plain to see
A new life in you, and in me, (2)
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