Better than a Hallelujah
By Amy Grant
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
Even A Girl Like Me 
Wow!! I had never thought of this perspective. At times I am bothered that I seemingly come to God with all but Hallelujah because that’s all I have. Especially this week it has been a constant. He is more than I imagine! I am really overwhelmed with this thought.
Thanks Joy
I really like this perspective and need to keep it at the forefront of my mind.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Mark.
I have been an Amy fan since she was a teen playing acoustic guitar. I used to sit on the floor drinking and crying listening to her albums. Yes, albums..the old records that required a record player. LOL I quote her songs from time to time in my blogs. 🙂
Cathy,
That makes me sad to think of the state you were in during the time in which you speak. I have been on the floor, crying and unable to gain my composure…more than once.
I used to listen to her music far more than I do now, but I heard this song on the radio and have loved it ever since.
Love those words, thanks for sharing. 🙂
I do too! 🙂