Balm

Now driven by Edenic damage down,
And dreading this dystopian mirage,
I seek the Savior’s satisfying salve
To heal the sting of Satan’s sabotage.
No matter when the wiles of world will end,
I find a balm within his wounded side,
The only place where suffering can unlock
And cause the gates of Eden to swing wide
Again, precluding all eternal misery,
Securing second advent victory
From sin and sickness--all that drives me down--
Transfiguring affliction to a crown
Of glory. None but His soothing balm
Can turn the stormy world to calm.