St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.
There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.
There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.
Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire. The mast.
In darkest night.
Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.
Jul 11, 2013
Jul 11, 2013 at 4:20 AM UTC
St. Elmo looked down on us
He lit our path through the jagged night.
Erasmus held us in his roughened palm.
There is a balm in Gilead
To make the wounded whole.
There is a balm in Gilead,
to heal the sick soul.
Grasp the mast and glow ,and live
The mast of the fire. The mast.
In darkest night.
Journey to Gilead by the warm blue
light.
For My Friend
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