Balm of Gilead

Legend has it that the Queen of Sheba
Brought the balm of Gilead as a gift
For Solomon the Wise, King of Israel
Rare as it is, here it grows, round about
Surviving heat, surviving drought...
A cure-all for illnesses, many aliments too
Precious it was and protected as it grew
The armies left the city defenceless
Protected those magnificent trees...
For nothing could heal...
Like the Balm of Gilead it's true

Is there balm in Gilead?
The question must be asked...
Is there such a precious cure for us?
This world is full of heartaches...
Full of such sorrows...
Is there a solution for today...for tomorrow?
For every situation
For every heartache
For every sorrow
Even for death itself?
Yes...there is you know...
It is dear Jesus Himself who heals us
Jesus who will conquer death itself
But our Lord God is astonished
For we will not take hold of Him
This precious gift God gave us
For we prefer to linger long
In our illnesses, sorrows, our woes
Ignoring the precious healing gift
That is Jesus...to our own sorrow...
Jeremiah 8:22