It’s Friday....and the cold, dark shadows
Fall across a weary land;
Lengthening, at last those shadows
Rest upon a bleeding hand.
Friday.....and the storm He silenced
Falls with fury on the earth!
Friday.....can this be the payment
Needed for my second birth?
Friday...will it last forever
Can the world e’er be the same?
Have they washed away forever
E’en the trace of Jesus’ name?
Friday...and the evening shadows
Steal within my aching soul;
Friday, with despair, depression
Telling me I am not whole.
All my hope seems dead forever,
Then within my silent gloom
Shine a far and distant glimmer -
Is it coming from a tomb?
Sunday’s coming! All those shadows
Will be flooded with His light!
Sunday’s sure!...and Heav’n rejoices
As they see the garden sight!
Sunday! - Oh, my heart is flying!
Yes! The victory is won!
Sunday! Sunday! We are victors
For the work on Friday done!
Joan Clifton Costner