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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! 

Video by Sherry Meneley  Song by Amy Grant

Lyrics are as follow:

God loves a lullaby
In a mothers tears in the dead of night
Better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
God loves the 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.

Better than a church bell ringing,
Better than a choir singing out, singing out.