Today as I was thinking about it being Good Friday and Sunday is Easter, and that (I think) Easter is about my favorite holiday of the year, but there would be no Easter if Good Friday had never happened...and these lyrics of what is probably my favorite Good Friday songs came to mind.
lyrics credit to lyricsfreak
By Tree63
Nothing’s 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
Someone’s 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 is coming
Sunday…
To me, the last verse is especially powerful. Regardless of how many other promises are broken by people, hurting us deeply, His promises are always true. He is always faithful, and hope will come when we hold on. Now matter how dark the Friday night of your life is, Sunday morning will come.
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