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 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’
t’s Friday The disciples are questioning What has happened to their King And the Pharisees are celebrating That their schemingHas 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 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’!