Better than a Halleleujah

Once again we are caught between a hard rock and a hard place.
Life threw another curve ball our way.
I am sad, grasping at every glimmer of hope, latching on to the faith I've been taught, experienced and have come to know. 


I tried to pray but words fail me.
I open the holy book and hope the scripture would bring some solace.


2 Corinthians 4:8,9 - "We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed."


Not crushed, not despaired, not abandoned, not destroyed, I pray this is true for you my dear one.



"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"


I hope the meaning of this song holds true.
I hope our honest cries are being heard, my dear one...