Michael W. Smith - Sky Spills Over | Текст песни

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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 stil a hope for us
Reach up from the dust
And call it down
Can you hear
That thunder
Sing his name
Sing it out
Til the sky
Spills over
Whoa oh /2
I may just be
Dry bones


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