It's Friday...
But Sunday's 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 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?

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'