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 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
