March 10, 2011

Music

I'm really not one to listen to contemporary Christian music (although I'll admit I did go through a pretty serious stage of it in high school....).  If I want worship music, I'm really more of a hymn girl and otherwise I listen to country or NPR or whatever my music-snob husband has playing.  But the past few months, I've been finding myself wanting to listen to worship or praise music while I'm driving around and since my iPod is never charged and they don't make radio stations that play Blessed Assurance and Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing, I've found myself tuning in to KLove some.  There are two songs in particular that I've heard in the past little bit that have spoken to me during this time, so I thought I'd share the lyrics. 

Amy Grant's 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 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.

Better than a church bell ringing,

Better than a choir singing out, singing out.


And... Natalie Grant's Held
  
Two months is too little
They let him go
They had no sudden healing
To think that providence
Would take a child from his mother
While she prays, is appalling
Who told us we’d be rescued
What has changed and
Why should we be saved from nightmares
Were asking why this happens to us
Who have died to live, it’s unfair
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it and
Let the hatred numb our sorrows
The wise hand opens slowly
To lilies of the valley and tomorrow
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held
If hope if born of suffering
If this is only the beginning
Can we not wait, for one hour
Watching for our savior
This is what it means to be held
How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved and to know
That the promise was that when everything fell
We’d be held


I think they speak for themselves, or maybe they don't really speak to you at all right now.  But as a soon-to-be mother that is likely to be crying through lullabies in the dead of the night soon, or who sometimes feels that the sacred is torn from my life, it's nice to hear that God hears my cries, maybe even sweeter than a Hallelujah, and that He'll hold me. 

2 comments:

  1. I love those songs! They are really beautiful! Praying for you and your beautiful family!

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  2. Oh babe... when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive. But no, not yet! You WILL be held... our God is a patient and persistent father who knit Clara together in your womb and loves her infinitely more than you or Robert ever will. Praying that you guys savor these next 9 days before the storm (trust me, I've been through birth and new baby - it's a storm even without CDH in the picture).

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