Cities of Refuge

Wall to Wall a rich texture of beige and ivory Door to Door the throat closing color of unripe green Floors heavy metal wielding concrete from block to block From the phosphorescent radio signal sifting cell light To the argument compounding wall mounted flat screens This place is just as much a safe haven As it is the ticking of a time bomb clock Blind to Jehovah's compassion we beg for peace Within ourselves and for others we beg for prompt freedom Released are our inhibitions toward what is right As we selfishly and over zealously claim torn Like the minds the bodies and the hearts of a lost fight A maundering tumble weed aimlessly searching thoughts We are while listening to another grown man cry Hoping hope will lead us away from that state of farce From Ramoth-Gilead to Tabor City in one night From safety to new circumstances still God's mercy As residence for the unintentional manslayer Becomes a new home for criminals of every sort There is a large percentage of those that wouldn't dare Thank God for this place this time or for His active force... and still there are those that do...thank you...YHWH