Poem October 6, 1986 Issue

"Is there no balm in Gilead ...?"*

Aimee McKinnon

My darkened sense,
crippled by doubt
cried out,
"Is there no balm in Gilead ...?"

A spark of light
flashed into view,
and I knew
there is balm in Gilead:
The truth is here, arousing, waking
my dormant,
dreaming,
idle,
shrunken sense
to see.

The Lord upholds and strengthens me.
Love said,
"The childlike heart can hear
angel-answers, strong and clear.
There is healing balm in Gilead."

Aimee McKinnon

* Jeremiah 8:22.

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