Better Then A Hallelujah.....

Spent a lot of time driving today, thinking, trying to grasp this reality, feeling lifeless, feeling sad, and questioning if God sees my heart, since I don't seem able to verbalize it much at this time.  I had a CD on, and a song I love played, giving me extreme comfort at that moment.  It gives me hope that I am seen, loved, and my cries are heard.... even when they are silent.  In my brokenness, perhaps I do matter? 


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