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Josh Garrels

Good Friday

 

Good Friday

(álbum: Over Oceans - 2006)


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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