It's Friday...but Sunday's Coming


Nothings sacred, the days are cheap
Truth is thin on the ground
Still our prophets are crucified
Nobody believes we're stumbling
It's Friday, but Sunday is coming
Someones saying a prayer tonight
For hungry mouths to be filled
Someone kneels in the dark somewhere
And darkness is already crumbling
It's Friday, but Sunday comes
Sunday Hallelujah it's not so far,
it's not so far away
Sunday Hallelujah it's not so far,
it's not so far away
Broken promises,
weary hearts
But one promise remains:
Crucified, he will come again
It's Friday, but Sunday is coming
It's Friday, but Sunday comes
Darkness is already crumbling
It's Friday, but Sunday is coming
Thank you Jesus!

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