It's Friday but Sunday is Coming

Nothing’s sacred, the days are cheap.


Truth is thin on the ground.

Still our prophets are crucified.

Nobody believes they’re stumblin'.

It’s Friday, but Sunday is comin'.


Someone’s saying a prayer tonight

For a hungry mouth to be fed.

Someone kneels in the dark somewhere;

Darkness is already crumblin'.

Yeah, it’s Friday, but Sunday comes.


(Chorus)

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 comin'.

Yeah, it’s Friday, but Sunday is comin'!

Darkness is already crumblin'.

It’s Friday, but Sunday is comin'.

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!