Better Than a Hallelujah

I know that most of you have heard the song, "Better Than a Hallalujah" by Amy Grant. Beverly said she thinks it might have been released last February as Jenny was in the hospital. I confess: If this song had come out 2 or 3 years ago, I would not have been able to relate very well to its words. Now it makes all the sense in the world. Here are the lyrics:

God loves a lullaby in a mother's tears in the dead of night

Better than a hallelujah sometimes.

God loves a drunkard's cry, the soldiers 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.