Sunday Will Come (A Spiritual)
Devastation comes
When losing someone you love
It gnaws on your soul
Until your soul feels raw
Spending nights awake
Remembering the joy
They brought to our lives
Now they're gone
How can we move on
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
He conquered death
That we may see
The ones again we miss
So dearly
On the darkest Friday
The world has ever seen
In the quiet peace of the night
We recall Him who made our eternal ties
So sorrow in our hearts won't dwell
All is well
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
Death where is thy sting
Glory to the king
O grave where is thy victory
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
When losing someone you love
It gnaws on your soul
Until your soul feels raw
Spending nights awake
Remembering the joy
They brought to our lives
Now they're gone
How can we move on
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
He conquered death
That we may see
The ones again we miss
So dearly
On the darkest Friday
The world has ever seen
In the quiet peace of the night
We recall Him who made our eternal ties
So sorrow in our hearts won't dwell
All is well
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
Death where is thy sting
Glory to the king
O grave where is thy victory
On that terrible Friday
That seems so long ago
The earth shook as they crucified our Lord
Mary wept and the skies were grey
As her son, lifeless he lay
But the doom of Friday did not endure
As the bonds of death were burst
The Savior of the world stood
Beside the very tomb he arose from
No matter how dark our Friday
Sunday will come
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