Hallelujah Sunday came.
is it friday in your lonely worldthey sky bleak and falling
you long for salvation but don't know where to look
are the mobs sceaming at you and spitting in your face
telling you you'll never win and that your a disgrace
well Jesus died on Friday to save the world
and he to was spit upon by evil men for you
and he died to give you grace that you may have victory
and he did it all, on friday
but when sunday comes bright and new and Easter you shall rise
to see the beauty of the scares that are and took your place
for HE'S ALIVE!
so yes it may be...friday, but Halleluja...Sunday came
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