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 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
A woman holding on for life, a dying man giving up the fight ' Are better
than a Hallelujah sometimes ' Tears of shame for what's been done ' The
silence when the words won't come ' Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
'' Better than a church bell ringing ' Better than a choir singing out, singing
out


Behind the Song:
'I've loved this song since I first heard it. The honesty and vulnerability of the lyric reminds me that to pray means to come as I am, imperfections and all, because ultimately, God seeks communion with us, the real us'and that's freeing.' - Amy Grant [Jesusfreakhideout]