| 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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| 'Til 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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| 'Til 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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| 'Til the sky spills over
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| Oh, I can hear (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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| 'Til the sky spills over (Over) |