Sunday is a Comin'

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 with scarlet, they crown Him with thorns

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

And then they raise him up next to criminals

It’s Friday But let me tell you something Sunday’s coming’!

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? Oooh 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 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 is a comin’!