The andrew paul cannon Blog

Category: Poetry

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  • In These Chains

    In These Chains

    I’m in these chains   I look out from these gates Ashamed of what I’ve been made These chains on my feet Causin’ me to bleed Well, I was born here Through the cracks in these walls I peer I want to be free, I want to be free!   I am a slave In…

  • This Rain

    Rain, no matter how violent it may be, sustains life.   Simply listening to its sound against the windows of my dwelling place creates a peace from strife. And when I think about those windows, I remember that what I do, think and believe now is leading to a future that I cannot yet see.…

  • The Preacher

    Your words, oh God, weigh heavily upon my shoulders as I learn from you and get to know you more deeply than I ever thought possible. When I speak to the audience that you have given me, whomever that may be, the words you have called me to say also weigh heavily upon me. You,…

  • One of those Days

    One of those days I simply want to quit Seems like there’s no way I can’t seem to get with it God, I’m trying and trying and trying to serve Still it seems, for the moment at least A punching bag is all I am on this earth A punching bag that is covered in…

  • Word

    Once, twice, maybe three times a day Always open, all you can eat buffet Death conquered, life sustained Consumed with love, grace like rain Convicting truth through the pain Revealed therein holiness attain To starve selfishness, eternity gain Replace, replace, consuming change To know, to know the price You paid Suffered Your wrath and bought…

  • Get Me Out of This Box

    No! We are not pacifists We were commanded to make war We were chosen to stand out If necessary, we will throw our fists We are not prejudice We know that God loves all people For that reason, so do we We do not judge by gender or by color of skin We are not…

  • Tis the Night before Christmas

    Tis the night before Christmas, and I think to myself While Joseph and Mary half settled and well Looked up to the sky, the Son  soon to be born This Son the whole Earth one day will adorn Magi in the East, gazed at the stars One more night until they would travel afar Shepherds…