It’s Friday It’s Friday
Jesus is praying He’s hanging on the cross
Peter is sleeping Feeling forsaken by his Father
Judas is betraying Left alone and dying
But Sunday’s comin’! Can nobody save him?
Ooooh It’s Friday
It’s Friday But Sunday’s comin’!
The disciples are running away
Mary’s crying It’s Friday
Peter is denying The earth trembles
But they don’t know The sky grows dark
That Sunday’s a comin’! My King yields his spirit.
It’s Friday It’s Friday
The Romans beat my Jesus Hope is lost
They robe him in scarlet Death has won
They crown him with thorns Sin has conquered
But they don’t know and Satan’s just a laughin’.
That Sunday’s comin’!
It’s Friday
It’s Friday Jesus is buried
But let me tell you something A soldier stands guard
Sunday’s comin’! And a rock is rolled into place.
But it’s Friday
It is only Friday
Sunday is a comin’!