City Of Refuge Poem by R. K. Hart

There stand six cities within the land,
There they stand for the fleeing man.
The man rejoices upon the city of such,
Much relieved to have its walls in touch.

His crime is one accidental and unavoidable,
Avenging kinsmen to publish rendered unable.
To the cities wall built upon a mount,
Fleeing man once within the gates gives account.

The cities gates were never ever closed,
No time or day, so the fleeing maybe enclosed.
Their words are heard by the wise within,
Protection given to the innocent from angry kin.]

Should he be a murderer of the innocent with intent,
To the avenging kinsmen he was sent.
But accidental manslayer protection of city walls,
Far from the avengers blade or murderous brawls.

Great sin upon my back to my refuge I plead,
Upon my knees forgiveness, I asked of my deed.
Christ my Savoir is my refuge city,
By His blood upon me He casts His pity.