Saturday, July 10, 2010

better than a Hallelujah sometimes

God loves a lullaby
In a mothers tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves a drunkards cry,
A 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.

Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.

-Amy Grant.


Man that's how I feel. Many songs just break me down.
Miah's first birthday is getting closer.
I have no idea what to do.


This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was when everything fell
We'd be held
-Natalie Grant

2 comments:

Lilly's Mom (Desiree) said...

ah I've been wanting to post this on my blog. love this song!!!

michelle hendrix-swords said...

i absolutely love this song! wow, one year passes so quickly. let me know if there is anything i can do.

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