Sunday's Coming

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?
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’!