God loves a lullaby in a mother’s tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes God loves a drunkard’s cry, a 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