[Intro | soft | atmospheric | gravelly spoken] [Soft B3 organ drone, distant choir hum] It’s Friday… Darkness falls over the land. The Son of God hangs on a cross. But I’ve seen the third day. Listen close… [Verse 1 | rhythmic spoken | building intensity | organ swells] It’s Friday. Jesus is praying in the garden. Peter is sleeping. Judas is betraying. It’s Friday. Pilate is struggling. The council is conspiring. The crowd is vilifying. They don’t even know… That Sunday’s coming. It’s Friday. The disciples are running like sheep without a shepherd. Mary is crying. Peter is denying. But they don’t know… That Sunday’s coming. [Pre-Chorus | rising cadence | spoken with fire] It’s Friday! The Romans beat my Jesus. They robe Him in scarlet. They crown Him with thorns. It’s Friday! They nail Him to the tree. The sky turns black. The earth begins to shake. [Chorus | explosive | full gospel choir | anthemic | B3 stabs] IT’S FRIDAY! (But Sunday’s coming!) The grave is calling! (But Sunday’s coming!) They think it’s over — the stone is sealed tight! But Sunday’s coming to shatter the night! [Verse 2 | heavier rhythm | drums enter | urgent preacher delivery] It’s Friday. His body is broken, laid in the tomb. The soldiers are guarding, thinking they’ve won. It’s Friday. Hell is rejoicing, the devil is laughing. The hopes of the world seem buried and gone. It’s Friday. But the stone that they rolled cannot hold back the dawn. The power of death is already undone. It’s Friday… [Bridge | dramatic build | orchestral crescendo | shouted vocals] But on Sunday! The stone starts to roll! On Sunday! The grave clothes are folded! On Sunday! The angels are singing — “He is not here!” Death is defeated! The chains are broken! The King is alive! Because Sunday… Sunday is the victory! [Final Chorus | maximum energy | choir + full band climax | soaring swells] IT’S FRIDAY! (But Sunday’s coming!) The cross was heavy! (But Sunday’s coming!) They buried my Savior — thought they’d won the fight! But Sunday’s coming and He’s risen in light! [Outro | reflective | slowing | organ and piano] [Soft piano melody, fading B3 “Amen” chord] It’s Friday… But Sunday’s coming. The tomb is empty. Death has lost its sting. It’s Sunday. [Amen.] [End]
