Sky Spills Over-Michael W. Smith

There's a rose in the desert Blooming red in the drought There's a quenching rain In the wings of the gathering clouds Lift your eyes Look to the horizon now There's still a hope for us Reach up from the dust And call it down Can you hear Can you hear that thunder Sing His name, sing it out 'Til the sky spills over I may just be dry bones Stripped of sinew and skin But the wind of His spirit Will raise me up again I lift my eyes I look to the horizon now Oh, there's still a song to sing Fall down on your knees and cry aloud Can you hear Can you hear that thunder Sing His name, sing it out 'Til the sky spills over I hear the rolling thunder Feel the pouring rain My heart is filled with wonder Only You remain I see a new horizon Coming up my way I lift my eyes I look to the horizon now Oh, there's still a song to sing Fall down on your knees and cry aloud I can hear I can hear that thunder I'll sing Your name, sing it out 'Til the sky spills over Oh, I can hear (I can hear) I can hear that thunder I'll sing Your name, sing it out 'Til the sky spills over (Over)