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?