Author Archives: jackpelham

There Is No Refuge

There is no refugeNo escape from being seenNo way around being found outFor we have no choice in life but to actAnd even our inaction is itself our choiceAnd while we might rather that the truth of usShould stay hidden … Continue reading

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Delightfully Mundane

One of the most endearing qualitiesOf the dear Earth beneath usThough many will likelyNever take note of itIs that it generallyDoes not moveExcept in the mostDelightfully mundaneAnd predictable of ways.

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Their Own Voluntary Charades

Many wish to hideFrom the scrutiny of othersAnd to this endSome quite ironicallyTake to the stageAs it wereMetaphorically speakingAt once putting themselves forwardWhile hiding behind the maskOf their own voluntary charadesHiding out in the openAs they sayHoping to be taken … Continue reading

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No One Cares

No one caresUntil someone does.

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Disorder

If you were to ask meWhether I like disorder,I’d tell you immediatelyThat I dislike it quite strongly. But I realize that this Is merely my impression of myself,Though I feel it strongly. And if the truth be told,I have no … Continue reading

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If There’s a Real Revival Going On

There’s a lot of talk about whatever’s going on at Asbury these days. And I haven’t followed the story enough to have formed any opinion. I do note, however, that—quite predictably—there seem to be a lot of people who want … Continue reading

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“The Point of Christianity”

I just heard a particularly mindless quote on Christian radio. It went something like this (best I remember): “The point of Christianity is neither in self-improvement nor gaining knowledge, but in Christ-likeness.” Source Forgotten

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You Are Not Done

You are not doneFinding out the Many great thingsThat can be found outFrom the Bible. But I should tell youThat some will want youTo have the impressionThat you are, so as toTo keep you from digging further—Where you will discover … Continue reading

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When the Worries of this World

When the worries of this worldHave grown too strong and woe’s unfurledAnd drives me from my normal placeIn search of some relief,

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He’s Got a Burr Under His Saddle

He’s got a burr under his saddle,And it makes him grumpy by himselfAnd with the other horses.

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