Better Than a Hallelujah

As I curl up in my chair, tears flowing down my cheek, the words of this song play in my head.  My Father hears the cry of this mother's heart as I offer up my prayer at 2 am during the darkness and silence of the early morning.  I burst forth with all the "whys?" and "how come?" and He cuddles me in His faithful arms. I can not see the finish tapestry, right now I only see the threads I feel are  being pulled in the wrong directions.  Then I stop again to hear this song.
Second to the reading of the Word of God is the healing balm of melodies that only God created through the composer.

So this Sunday morning I cry out "Better Than A Hallelujah" to my Lord and Saviour.

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


Better than a church bell ringing
Better than a choir singing out, singing out