With such fondness, and a good bit of laughter, I remember recording song after song on my tape recorder. Waiting for it to come on the radio... pressing down record-and-play-at-the-same-time as quickly as I could make my fingers move... and then barely breathing, so as not to disrupt my practically professional recording. What came next was the listening. Over and over and over again. Some things never change. When I stumble across a song that makes me fall in love, I find a way to play it over and over again. But not on that old tape recorder... that friend is long gone.
Yesterday... I heard a new Amy Grant song... and here I am... playing it over and over again. Because the words are beautiful. And her voice makes them more so. The softness and her certain lilt... and the honesty. You can click on the link to hear it...
Better than a Hallelujah
God loves a lullaby
in a Mother's 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...
Better than a hallelujah sometimes.-lyrics from Amy Grant's Better Than a Hallelujah
These words remind me... that I do not have to be perfect for God to use me. And that all He wants is me... the real me... the mess. And I am thankful all over again.
Linking up to Hillary's Friday Favorites today...