Sunday, February 5, 2012

Better Than A Hallelujah

The day I found out I was going have my first miscarriage I heard this song for the first time. I had just left the doctor's office and I was broken. I was sobbing as Matt drove us to the Lab so I could get some blood work done and this song came on. And normally when I hear a song that reminds me of something sad, I can't really ever listen to it again because it just makes me sad (i.e. the day I went to see my Nana, knowing it was going to be the last time I ever saw her, I heard the both "Better is One Day" and "When I Get Where I'm Going"...and I can't listen to those songs without crying). But for some reason this song was different. I don't know, maybe it just gave me hope that God was hearing my cries, and knew my heart.


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



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

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



And again today, as I drove home from my Lab appointment, after learning yesterday that I am about to have my second miscarriage, I heard this song. I don't feel as broken as I did last year, but I still cry. I have hope because I trust that the Lord has a plan for our family.

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