Scripture Passage:  “And when Joseph had taken the body, he wrapped it in a clean line cloth, and laid it in his own new tomb, which he had hewn out in the rock: and he rolled a great stone to the door of the sepulcher, and departed.”   Matthew 27:59-60     “And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulcher at the rising of the sun.”  Mark 16:2       “Be not affrighted: You seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: He is risen; He is not here: behold the place where they laid Him.”   Mark 16:6

 

Dear Friends,

 

     Happy Resurrection Day!  We serve a risen Savior who has conquered death, hell, and the grave.  We need never fear death again, or ever surrender to the lies of Satan.  Because He Lives – We Live.  Because He Won – We Win.  Because He is coming again we live in great hope and expectation.  One of my favorite Resurrection sermons is by S.M. Lockridge entitled: “It’s Friday – but Sunday’s Coming.”  Many people have taken credit for this poem, so I do not know who originally wrote it.  I just know Lockridge concluded his sermon with it and you can still hear it on You Tube today.  Here is a printed copy for you to read and enjoy today.  Remember Satan thinks he has you defeated today, just as he did Jesus on the Friday of crucifixion.  Today is just Friday – but Sunday’s Coming!  Hallelujah!

 

 

IT’S FRIDAY – BUT SUNDAYS COMING

It’s Friday

Jesus is praying Peter’s sleeping

Judas is betraying

But Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

Pilate’s struggling

The council’s conspiring

The crowd is vilifying

They don’t even know

That Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

The disciples are running

Like sheep without a shepherd

Mary’s crying

Peter is denying

But they don’t know

Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

The Romans beat my Jesus

They robe him in scarlet

They crown him with thorns

But they don’t know

That Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

See Jesus walking to Calvary

His blood dripping

His body stumbling

And his spirit’s burdened

But you see, it’s only Friday

Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

The world’s winning

People are sinning

And evil’s grinning

 

It’s Friday

The soldiers nail my Savior’s hands

To the cross

They nail my Savior’s feet

To the cross

And then they raise him up

Next to criminals

 

It’s Friday

BUT LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING

SUNDAY’S COMIN’

 

 

It’s Friday

The disciples are questioning

What has happened to their King?

And the Pharisees are celebrating

That their scheming Has been achieved

But they don’t know

It’s only Friday

Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

He’s hanging on the cross

Feeling forsaken by his Father

Left alone and dying

Can nobody save him?

It’s Friday

But Sunday’s comin’

 

It’s Friday

The earth trembles

The sky grows dark

My King yields his spirit

 

It’s Friday

Hope is lost

Death has won

Sin has conquered

And Satan’s just a laughin’

 

It’s Friday

Jesus is buried

A soldier stands guard

And a rock is rolled into place

 

But it’s Friday

It is Only Friday

SUNDAY IS COMIN’