Good Friday (Garrels Josh)

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?