Sunday’s Comin’ Lyrics by Zach Williams
(Ooh) When your week feels like a beat down (Ooh)
(Ooh) And you can’t tell the night from day (Ooh)
(Ooh) And you’re tired of fighting battles (Ooh)
When all you feel is pain (Ooh)
Oh, it’s a heavy weight (Ooh)
(Ooh) There’s hope on the horizon (Ooh)
(Ooh) Cause the cross was not the end (Ooh)
(Ooh) Let joy come in the morning (Ooh)
Child lift your head (Ooh)
Don’t you give up yet (Ooh)
Keep on holding on there’s gonna be a breakthrough
Keep on holding on don’t stayburied in that grave
If He can roll the stone
He can send the darkness running
Might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
It might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
(Ooh) So let your soul start singing (Ooh)
(Ooh) And dry those tear-stained eyes (Ooh)
(Ooh) There’s a new life you can breathe in (Ooh)
You’re gonna see the light (Ooh)
On the other side (Ooh)
Keep on holding on there’s gonna be a breakthrough
Keep on holding on don’t stay buried in that grave
If He can roll the stone
He can send the darkness running
Might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
It might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
Oh, Sunday’s coming
Oh, Sunday’s coming
For the mamma praying for the family
(Your Sunday’s coming)
For the daddy struggling to make ends meet
(Your Sunday’s coming)
And if addiction bringing You to your knees
(Your Sunday’s coming)
Oh, if anybody here wants to be set free
(Your Sunday’s coming)
Keep on holding on there’s gonna be a breakthrough
Keep on holding on don’t stay buried in that grave
If He can roll the stone
He can send the darkness running
Might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
It might feel like Friday
But your Sunday’s coming
