John Bennett

EASTER SUNDAY’S COMING ©2021 John Bennett

It all started at midnight in the Garden of Gethsemane.
Three times Jesus prayed Father take this Cup me
Your will not mine is all I seek
Sweat and blood and tears rolled down his cheek
Jesus saw the Guards coming and He stirred the disciples awake
The Pharisees conspire with Judas with a kiss he did betray
They arrested Jesus on the spot the disciples ran away.
It’s only Friday morning, but Easter’s on the way.

The Pharisees questioned Jesus and charged Him with blasphemy
They asked Him are you the son of God? He simply said I am
The same crowd that cheered for Jesus when He entered Jerusalem
Now they screamed, crucify Him and then He was condemned
Falsely accused and abandoned the disciples were sent running
even Peter denied Him three times while the rooster was still crowing
The Pharisees accused Jesus and demanded the death penalty.
It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming

He was falsely accused tried and convicted and sentenced to death
When the Romans took and scourged Jesus at the end of a whip
Bones that were attached drove deep into His skin
It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming
soldiers spit on him and mocked him, and He took their scorn
They put on a scarlet robe crowned Him King with a crown of thorns
Unbearable pain as He dragged that cross up to Calvary
It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming

As the spikes drove though His hands and feet
The Cross raised Jesus hung in utter agony
On the left and right He was hung between two thieves
It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming
Jesus took punishment for us and bore that penalty
He asked Father why have you forsaken me?
forgive them, they know not what they are doing
Then Jesus died and spear was thrust into His side

Jesus took upon his shoulders the whole world’s sins
And it died upon that cross
And Satan thought death won and he began celebrating
It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming
Then the earth shook and skies darkened it was late afternoon
Crying they took His body down and laid it in a tomb
Wrapped Him in long white sheets of linen and anointed with perfume
In three days they found and empty grave and the heavy stone removed

Many witnesses spoke of how they saw and ate with Him
He is bread of life is broken now He’s alive and He is risen
And if you’re feeling down and have a hard time struggling
Remember It may be Good Friday but Easter Sunday’s coming