It's Friday...

It's Friday.
Jesus is praying.
Peter is asleep.
Judas is betraying.
But Sunday's a Comin'.

It's Friday.
Pilate is struggling.
The Sanhedrin is conspiring.
The crowd is vilified.
They don't even know that Sunday's a Comin'.

It's Friday.
The disciples are running in every direction like sheep without a shepherd,
Mary's crying,
Peter's 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, Sunday's a Comin'!

I See Jesus walking to Calvary.
His blood dripping.
His body's stumbling.
and his spirit's burdened,
But see it's only Friday.
Sunday's a Comin'!

It's Friday.
The world's winning.
People are sinning.
and evil's grinning...it's Friday.

It's Friday.
The soldiers nail my Savior's hands to the cross.
They nail my Savior's feet to the cross.
Then they raise him up next to criminals.
It's Friday, but let me tell you something...

Sunday's a Comin'!

It's Friday.
The disciples are questioning, "What has happened to our King?"
and the Pharisees are celebrating that their scheming has been achieved.
but they don't know...it's only Friday.
Sunday's a Comin'!

It's Friday.
He's hanging on the cross,
feeling forsaken by his Father,
left alone and doubting,
can nobody save him?
Oh, it's Friday,
but Sunday's a 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 laughin'.

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's Comin'!!