A cry that has appeared in many forms, from hot to cold, silent to a rage, still to frantic. Mostly it has been a confused a desperate thing. Often misused and others have suffered for it.
Every hallelujah is a broken hallelujah. If it is born from a human voice, it is broken and a thing of beauty. God hears them all and I believe, forgives my poor voice.
I am not so proud now. I understand so much more, hallelujah. I forgive and ask that you forgive me, hallelujah. Let me be patient as we will never be fully healed. This is a broken hallelujah, with my hat in my hand, a tear in my eye.
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