Josh Garrels - Good Friday

Chorus / Description : Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a mans hands can’t ever truly mend

Good Friday Lyrics

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?

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