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