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
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