God loves a lullaby, In a mothers tears in the dead of night...
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves a drunkards cry,The soldiers 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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