There is a balm in Gilead
It comes like a wisdom
but speaks like children
it’s a sight to the blind
a strength to my weakness
something for soul, body, mind
There is a balm in Gilead
its a rest for the weary
a balm to the sore
its like a dew to my dryness
that fills me with joy when I had none
There is a balm in Gilead
its a spring in the desert
for the withered of soul
it’s a strength and a power
that keeps making you whole
its the question your asking
and the answers you need
it’s the face you’ve been seeking
the one you’ve been begging to see
There is a balm in Gilead
the trash and the remnants
of all my train wrecks
coming together
and still heading out west
like a blank paycheck paying off the back rent
taking me further to
whatever’s supposed happen next
There is a balm in Gilead
the light of the dawn
the scales without measure
it’s the bread of a baker
the blood of a maker
The water I long for
and the story on fire
sweeter than candy but softer than sugar
its the breath and the magic
Its something to die for
and the laying down of the shepherd at night
There is a balm in Gilead
There is a balm in Gilead
There is a balm in Gilead
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