Is there no Balm in Gilead?

Lord, the pain is still there!

Nevertheless,

Why do I act as if I have no father?

Where is home?

Where is Gilead??

Am hurting for me,

In a dark corner of my heart.

My peace all gone!

When the grip of lust

 Replace your love in my heart.

However, I dressed it, I cannot any more!

 No more comfort in my bone,

I pitched my tent with the rich and famous

I smiled and wore a gold garment,

Gave my bread to poor, did charity.

Yet, my miseries knew no boundary.

My heart says to me, Go Home!

Go to your father!

He has so many prodigals at the gates of the day.

 Is there no balm in Gilead?

Is there no help for the people of God?

 Go to your healer,

Head bowed in sorrow, come lay your burdens down.

Cry! Cry! Cry! Seek! Seek! Seek!

The father seeks such,

Who believed and had faith in him.

I heard a voice say to me,

Do not give up!

Do not give in!

Only acknowledge your spiritual sores and sins,

For I knew you, and I never promised it would be easy.

However, I will always be with you, until end of time.

I am your balm in Gilead.

I am your healer.

 Inspired by my weakness

Strength made perfect in weakness.

II Corinth 12 vs 10.