There is a balm in Gilead
It comes like a wisdom but speaks like children
It's a sight to the blind and a strength to my weakness.It's somthing for soul, body, mind
There is a balm in Gilead
It's a rest for the weary, a sound to the sore
It's like a dew to my dryness that fills me with joy when I had none
There is a balm in Gilead
It's a spring in the desert for the withered of soul
It's a strength and a power that keeps making you whole
It's the question you're asking and the answers you need
It's the face you've been seeking ,the one,the one you've been begging to see
There is a balm in Gilead
It's 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 supposed to happen next
There is a balm in Gilead
It's the light of the dawn
It's the scale without measure
It's the bread of a baker and the blood of a maker
It's the water I long for and the story on fire
It's the breath and the magic and something to die for
It's 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