It’s Friday,
Jesus is praying.
Peter’s a sleeping.
Judas is betraying.
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday,
Pilate’s struggling.
The council is conspiring.
The crowd is vilifying.
They don’t even know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday,
The disciples are running
Like sheep without a shepherd.
Mary’s crying.
Peter is denying.
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s a comin’!
It’s Friday,
The Romans beat my Jesus.
They robe Him in scarlet.
They crown him with thorns
But they don’t know
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday,
See Jesus walking to Calvary.
His blood dripping.
His body stumbling.
And His spirit’s burdened.
But you see, it’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday,
The world’s winning.
People are sinning.
And evil’s grinning.
It’s Friday,
The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands
To the cross.
They nail my Savior’s feet
To the cross.
And then they raise Him up,
Next to criminals.
It’s Friday,
But let me tell you something,
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday,
The disciples are questioning
What has happened to their King.
And the Pharisees are celebrating
That their scheming
Has been achieved.
But they don’t know
It’s only Friday
Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday
He’s hanging on the cross
Feeling forsaken by His Father,
Left alone and dying.
Can nobody save Him?
Ooooh
It’s Friday
But Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday
The earth trembles.
The sky grows dark.
My King yields His spirit.
It’s Friday
Hope is lost.
Death has won.
Sin has conquered,
and Satan’s just a laughing.
It’s Friday.
Jesus is buried.
A soldier stands guard,
And a rock is rolled into place.
But it’s Friday.
It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’!
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