Good Friday – Josh GarrelsBy Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thingThat a mans hands can’t ever truly mendShadow land, desert sand, a man searchesFor a love that’ll never dieTruth be known, you’re not aloneYour aching bones will find a homeIn place where God he sets us freeWake me up before you goI will listen for the sound of your voiceHear the wind in the treesIt goes where it pleaseLike the breath in meAnd all who have breath can singWhen we layed your body downIn earth and in the groundOh child, rest your soul.Will a hope be made goodWhen a word is understoodIn the day, will we see you again?Gather round, hear the soundOf a story that’s so old that it’s been toldBefore timeHe was born in the flesh and the bloodIn a world that was dark as hell, and dead in sinBorn of the spirit, and the virgin childHe’s the son of God, son of manI didn’t recognize that look in his eyesWhen they criedWith a sorrow that no man has ever knownHang him high, watch him die, hear the cryCrucified up on that God forsaken treeAnd all who have breath can singWhen we layed your body downIn the earth and in the groundOh Lord, rest your bonesWill a hope be made goodIf your words are understoodIn the day, will we see you againOh 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? www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20