It's Friday But Sunday is Coming!

Friday would've been heartbreaking and bewildering. Saturday must've been so hopeless. I'm not sure which day would've been worse. If they only knew, Sunday is coming!

Lyrics to the song Sunday by Tree 63

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 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

Darkness is already crumbling

It's Friday, but Sunday is coming
Yeah, it's Friday, but Sunday is comin'.
Can you feel it? Here it comes.

Sunday! Hallelujah! It's not so far, it's not so far away.
Sunday! Hallelujah! It's not so far, our God will have His day!