It's Friday, but Sunday's comin'

I first heard this via Dr Tony Campolo who has an excellent book with the same title as this blog. 

This blog is a copy of an edited version I have had for some time. 

It’s Friday but Sunday’s Coming

It’s Friday. Jesus is arrested in the garden where He was praying. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The disciples are hiding and Peter’s denying that he knows the Lord. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is standing before the high priest of Israel, silent as a lamb before the slaughter. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is beaten, mocked, and spit upon. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Those Roman soldiers are flogging our Lord with a leather scourge that has bits of bones and glass and metal, tearing at his flesh. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The Son of man stands firm as they press the crown of thorns down into his brow. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. See Him walking to Calvary, the blood dripping from His body. See the cross crashing down on His back as He stumbles beneath the load. It’s Friday; but Sunday’s a coming.

It’s Friday. See those Roman soldiers driving the nails into the feet and hands of my Lord. Hear my Jesus cry, “Father, forgive them.” It’s Friday; but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, bloody and dying.

But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. The sky grows dark, the earth begins to tremble, and He who knew no sin became sin for us. Holy God who will not abide with sin pours out His wrath on that perfect sacrificial lamb who cries out, “My God, My God. Why hast thou forsaken me?” What a horrible cry. But Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. And at the moment of Jesus’ death, the veil of the Temple that separates sinful man from Holy God was torn from the top to the bottom because Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday. Jesus is hanging on the cross, heaven is weeping and hell is partying. But that’s because it’s Friday, and they don’t know it, but Sunday’s a coming...

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 Saviour’s hands To the cross

They nail my Saviour’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?

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’!