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Take heart, son
All is not lost
There is One who saves
There are lighthouses of hope
There are cities of refuge in the land
Oases in the burning sand
Hope, life, safety, prosperity
As this dark cloud drapes on our land
Look where the light shines through
Pockets of purity
Harbors of holiness
Come friend, come and live
Leave your goods if need be
But come
With all haste
Do not look back
Migrate to a land of promise
Come where there is love
If you seek life you are welcome
Run where there is healing
Come in out of the storm
Beyond these walls the tempest will rage
You are safe here
Flee to the cities of refuge
A Father waits for you here
One in whose house lacks no good thing

Stephen Pursell, 9/04