I Spy a Jack-In-the-Pulpit

Sometimes the beauty of a plant isn't in it's colorful bloom,

but in the memories I recall.

When I spy a Jack-in-the-pulpit in the woods, 

I'm reminded of growing up in church 

and listening to the preacher behind the pulpit.

My foundation in Jesus was built by the many truths 

I learned on Sunday mornings, 

and the ones I continue to hear at our church today.

Thanks to those who share God's truth.