Good Friday

Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing 

 That a mans hands can’t ever truly mend 



 Shadow land, desert sand, a man searches 

 For a love that’ll never die 



 Truth be known, you’re not alone 

 Your aching bones will find a home 

 In place where God he sets us free 



 Wake me up before you go 

 I will listen for the sound of your voice 



 Hear the wind in the trees 

 It goes where it please 

 Like the breath in me 



 And all who have breath can sing 



 When we layed your body down 

 In earth and in the ground 

 Oh child, rest your soul. 



 Will a hope be made good 

 When a word is understood 

 In the day, will we see you again? 



 Gather round, hear the sound 

 Of a story that’s so old that it’s been told 

 Before time 



 He was born in the flesh and the blood 

 In a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sin 



 Born of the spirit, and the virgin child 

 He’s the son of God, son of man 



 I didn’t recognize that look in his eyes 

 When they cried 

 With a sorrow that no man has ever known 



 Hang him high, watch him die, hear the cry 

 Crucified up on that God forsaken tree 



 And all who have breath can sing 



 When we layed your body down 

 In the earth and in the ground 

 Oh Lord, rest your bones 



 Will a hope be made good 

 If your words are understood 

 In the day, will we see you again 



 Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani? 

 Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me? 



 Oh Eloi, Eloi, lama sabacthani? 

 Oh my God, my God, why have you forsaken me?