Hallelujahs, and the transition thereof

I have been listening to a song recently, Hallelujah.
Now my mind is full of Hallelujahs. I find it very interesting, (yet not surprising) that the words have been changed over the years according to different . . . experiences with Hallelujah. The first writer a Jewish man, told he was of Aaron's line. Oddly enough he became a Buddhist priest. The second writer became a Christian as has experienced God change his life, and songwriting and is a worship leader.
I like both versions of the song, the sad one sings of a stolen Hallelujah, and the other a new found Hallelujah. What I must ask then, is where is MY Hallelujah, or how will it come to me...

Leonard Cohen's version
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Your faith was strong, but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you
To a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Baby I've been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the Marble Arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah

There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
I remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

Hallelujah

Maybe there's a God above, all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who out drew you
And it's not a cry you can hear at night
It's not somebody who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah


Lincoln Brewster's version
I love You Lord with all my heart
You've given me a brand new start
And I just want to sing this song to You
It goes like this the fourth the fifth
The minor fall the major lift
My heart and soul are praising Hallelujah

Hallelujah

I know that You're the God above
You're filling me with grace and love
And I just want to say thank You to You
You pulled me from the miry clay
You've given me a brand new day
Now all that I can say is
Hallelujah


my search for a transition... (work in progress)

The only one who changed the world
And made the Devil's plans unfurl
Bore on Him our broken Hallelujahs
As they raised Him to a tree
His love was spilled for you and me
And to our hearts returned the Hallelujah

Before the worship moved in me
There were no ways to set me free
A dark and lonely soul before I knew You
Lust and anger full of pride
Was all I ever knew inside
But then You came and brought the Hallelujah