It’s Friday but Sunday’s Coming

I have an annual tradition on Good Friday. Every year, I listen to S.M. Lockridge’s poem titled It’s Friday but Sunday’s Coming.

As I was listening to this poem, being read in Lockridge’s rich cadence, I started thinking about how many of us parents are living in our own Holy Friday. As it was on that historical Friday, we also are under ominous, dark clouds. The world as we’ve known it has been upended, and we are feeling sorrow and loss, maybe even hopelessness and despair. I followed the pattern of the original poem and wrote this for us. May the hope and life of Easter Sunday be a comfort to all who endure the sorrows and darkness of Friday.

It’s Friday
Our children are lost.
They are believing a lie.
Following a path to destruction.
They don’t even know - that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday
A mother prays on her knees.
A father clenches his fists.
A sister weeps for her brother.
Hope is lost - But Sunday’s coming

It’s Friday,
WPATH is conspiring
Plan Parenthood is prescribing
AAP is conniving.
They think it will always be Friday- but Sunday's coming.

It’s Friday,
Parents are crying over shattered dreams.
Their family will never be the same again.
Will they always live in pain?
Dreams die on Friday - but Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday
Grandparents wait for their grandchild.
Why won’t she come to visit?  
Friday brings despair.
But you see folks - Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday,
Parents are shunned and silenced.
Why are they so alone?
Will they always suffer silently?
Let me tell you something - Sunday’s coming

It’s Friday
A few courageous people speak up
Some are shunned and punished for it.
It’s David versus Goliath
But Goliath doesn’t know - that Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday
The money makers and power players are vilifying us.
They think they’re winning.
They’re celebrating their victories.
They don’t know - that Sunday’s coming

It’s Friday,
A mom’s heart is bleeding.  
A dad’s gut is hurting.
Their child won’t be home this Easter.
Mom and Dad, it’s only Friday - Sunday’s coming.

It’s Friday,
Darkness has overtaken the world.
Evil grins with its wicked sneer.
Those waiting for the miracle, despair.
Let me tell you something, it’s only Friday - Sunday's coming.

It’s Friday,
Can anyone save us?
Can anyone rescue our children?  
GOD, WHERE ARE YOU ON THIS DARK FRIDAY?
Do you see us?
Do you hear us?

God knows it’s Friday - only Friday
He whispers to us “Sunday’s coming”