Sarah Hart

"Better Than A Hallelujah" God loves a lulluby 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 mise

There is a welcome field Where even the water's still A pasture made for rest In the arms of holiness Where mercy gently sings And thirsty hearts can drink Let us find our way Lead us to that place [Chorus] Where infinite grace falls like rain Where