There Is a Balm In Gilead

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 something for soul, body, mind

There is a balm in Gilead
It's a rest for the weary
A song 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 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
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's supposed happen next

There is a balm in Gilead
It's 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
It's the breath and the magic
It's 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