04/15/2022
††† It's Friday. Jesus was praying. Peter was sleeping. Judas was betraying. But Sunday's comin'. It's Friday. Pilate was struggling. The council was conspiring. The crowd was vilifying. They don't even know that Sunday' was coming. It's Friday. The disciples were running like sheep without a shepherd. Mary was crying. Peter was denying. But they don't know that Sunday's a comin'. It's Friday. The Romans beat Jesus. They robe him in scarlet. They crowned him with thorns. But they don't know that Sunday's comin'. It's Friday. They saw 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 nailed my Savior's hands to the cross. They nailed my Savior's feet to the cross. And then they hung him up, next to criminals. It's Friday. But let me tell you something, Sunday's comin'. It's Friday. The disciples were questioning. What has happened to their King. And the Pharisees were celebrating that their scheming had 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 COMING...
