Song performed by Amy Grant. These words/lyrics below are not the original ones, but have been edited somewhat. To hear the song as it was originally recorded (to the best of my knowledge, anyhow), click on the text link below:
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God loves the lullaby
In a parent's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God hears each broken cry,
The fighter's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
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God loves the lullaby
In a parent's tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God hears each broken cry,
The fighter's plea not to let him die
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
We pour out our miseries
God just hears a memory
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.
God just hears a memory
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.
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 memory
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.
God just hears a memory
Beautiful the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts
Are better than a Hallelujah.
Better than an old bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out, singing out.
Better than a choir singing out, singing out.
Songwriters: Chapin Hartford / Sarah Hart
