In the presence of brokeness in the lives of several around me, I have found myself listening to this song practically on repeat this week. I hope it touches you in a special way, the way it has me. I truly believe that God wants us to come as we are, and not feel like we have to put on our brave face, or plaster a smile for him. I serve a merciful and mighty God. A God that disciplines me when I'm messin up, loves me when I am impossible, forgives me when I'm undeserving, and still somehow has time to hold me when I cry.
Love,
B
God loves a lullaby
In a mother's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard's cry
The soldier's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life
The dying man giving up the fight
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done
The silence when the words won't come
Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
Better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
Better Than a Hallelujah Lyrics - Amy Grant
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