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