Better than a Hallelujah sometimes….

I love how when I am leading a Grace Group, I feel more tender and alive in my own daily walk. I hear words to songs differently and I hear the words of my friends and family differently. I have more compassion and a greater awareness of my need for grace, both God’s Grace and the grace offered to me by those who I interact with every day.

I remember when I realized that living an honest life did not consist of pretending that I lived a pure and trouble-free life. I remember when I realized that living an honest life meant that I had to be honest about my pain, my heartache, my longings and so much more.

I remember when that concept felt foreign and even more foreign was that God really deeply cared about my heartache and pain, my longings and so much more. I believed without a doubt that God cared for others, but I had trouble embracing that He cared equally about me.

Perhaps that is why this song resonates so beautifully in my heart and why I find myself playing it over and over and over again. It is the words of this song that I find to be such a wonderful invitation for us to live honestly. An invitation by God our Father to share with Him our brokenness. To read and absorb the words to the chorus:

We pour out our miseries
God just hears a melody
Beautiful, the mess we are
The honest cries of breaking hearts

To think that God just hears a melody when I pour out my miseries. To think He believes, beautiful the mess we are, the honest cries of breaking hearts. To embrace that all of this is at times is better than a Hallelujah.

It is refreshing to remember that Church and Worship as we know it have a very real place in our spiritual walk, but sometimes it looks very different ~ and to honor God, the creator of our souls, is sometimes best done in our honest cry of a breaking heart as opposed to a church bell ringing or a choir singing out.

And to that, I can say nothing more than Amen and Hallelujah!

Take a listen: Better than a Hallelujah by Amy Grant

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0nMvvoXa9Yk

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

(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
Better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)

Author: trishborgdorff

I am on a life long journey to live with integrity, honesty, kindness and full of grace. View all posts by trishborgdorff