The despair was so strong; I didn’t think I could live through another day. My life wasn’t what I had hoped and dreamt it would be. The “control freak” within me certainly didn’t help the situation. In fact, trying to control only seemed to make things worse. I had tried the usual manipulation tactics, victim mentality, and pity party. But those coping methods don’t work. So, I did what I should have done months earlier….called out to God. Crying out to my Abba father, trusting Him for the changes in my life.
For years I had lived with incorrect thinking. Thinking God only wanted me when I had it all together. Now I know that is far from the truth. He doesn’t want me when I have it all together and can stand spotless before Him. He wants me to cry out whatever condition I am in!
Lyrics are as follow:
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.