Snapshots of the Other India

God loves a lullaby

In a mothers 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

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.

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

**Please note all these people knew their photo was taken. The children here especially LOVE having their photos taking and always ask you to take more and more. Also, the below photos clearly indicate that India can be a very difficult place to visit. While I would love to be able to change the lives of every person I see that is sadly not possible. Instead I have concentrated my efforts on those closest to our family as well as certain charities. If you are interested in learning more about helping people here in India I would be happy to email you a list of amazing organizations.**