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)