Song Sunday


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

 Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

 God loves a drunkards 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

 
 ~AMY GRANT - Better Than A Hallelujah~

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