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