1. People wonder how I know it’s true,Why I do the things I do.They don’t get it’Cause it’s so diff’rent.They ask me how I can believeIn something that I’ve never seen.But I tell them ev’ry time,
It’s the feeling that I get each nightWhen I fold my arms and feel His light,And my prayers are answered time and time again.It’s the balm of Gilead when it hurts.It’s early Sunday morning churchSurrounded by my fam’ly and my friends.It’s the happiness I get,The kind that never ends.
2. It’s a peaceful feeling in my heartLike He holds me in His arms,A sweet assurance,A hopeful burning.It’s a joy I can’t describeThat I’ve felt so many times.And I want ev’ryone to know,
The feeling that I get each nightWhen I fold my arms and feel His light,And my prayers are answered time and time again.The balm of Gilead when it hurtsAnd early Sunday morning churchSurrounded by my fam’ly and my friends.The happiness I get,The kind that never ends.The kind that never ends.The kind that never ends.
It’s the feeling that I get each nightWhen I fold my arms and feel His light,And my prayers are answered time and time again.It’s the balm of Gilead when it hurts.It’s early Sunday morning churchSurrounded by my fam’ly and my friends.
It’s the feeling that I get each nightWhen I fold my arms and feel His light,And my prayers are answered time and time again.It’s the balm of Gilead when it hurts.It’s early Sunday morning churchSurrounded by my fam’ly and my friends.It’s the happiness I get,The kind that never ends.