In shadows deep where pain coils tight,
A flame of mercy kindles bright,
Not flesh alone His hand makes whole,
But wounds that pierce the weary soul.
The healing balm of grace that flows,
To broken hearts His solace goes.
Our healer walks our troubled shore,
Where souls lie wrecked, where spirits roar,
And whispers calm, as oceans still,
With but the echo of His will.
No storm or sigh escapes His ear,
No wound unseen, no scar too dear.
Beyond the flesh, His grace descends,
To secrets kept, to griefs that bend,
And in the soul’s uncharted place,
He pours the oil of boundless grace.
No earthly cure can touch such pain,
As only His touch can unchain.
Where doubt and dread entwine their stain,
He loosens cords of dark disdain,
And frees the heart from tough demand,
With gentle hands, with strong command.
The peace He brings no man can bring,
Save those who seek Him; worshipping.
O patient Lord, who sees the tears,
Who knows the pangs of hidden fears,
In restless minds, in fractured dreams,
You bring the balm that mends unseen.
What medicine for hearts torn wide,
But Your soft grace that will abide?
No wisdom high nor art of man,
Could soothe the spirit as He can,
For in His wounds our wounds are bound,
In Him, all brokenness is found.
The weary breast, the longing heart,
He knows in full, in every part.
To tempests wild that rage within,
To hungers born of secret sin,
He comes, the healer pure and meek,
To lift the low, to find the weak.
A Shepherd soft, a Guardian kind,
For every frail, disordered mind.
When earthly bonds and bindings fail,
When reason’s guards and ramparts pale,
His mercy flows where others cease,
And grants the suffering heart’s release.
His voice a balm, His love a seal,
On secret pain no hand can heal.
In every silent, searching night,
When hearts are torn from peace and light,
Remember, He who bore the cross,
Still heals the broken who dare trust.
The Balm of Gilead still flows,
From heaven’s heart to human woes.
O Christ, our healing hope, our plea,
In depths of need we look to Thee;
For body, spirit, heart, and mind,
No truer balm will seekers find.
In You, all wholeness comes to be,
The Balm of Gilead in me.