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’!