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
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 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 THAT THUNDER / I’LL SING YOUR NAME, SING IT OUT / ‘TIL THE SKY SPILLS OVER


by Michael W. Smith, Christopher Stevens, and Ryan Smith / Produced, Engineered, and Mixed by Christopher Stevens for fabmusic // Assistant Engineer/ Mix Assistant: Jerricho Scroggins // Recorded at fabmusic, Franklin, TN Acoustic Guitars: Wes King / Banjo: Ben Clark / Bass: Jacob Lowery / Drums, Programming, and Keys: Christopher Stevens / Guitars: Bryan Fowler and Christopher Stevens / Percussion: Bryan Fowler / Background Vocals: Mercy Stevens, Sam Hancock, Bryan Fowler, Michael W. Smith, and Christopher Stevens © 2014 This Is Your Time Music (ASCAP) / Meaux Mercy / Larrydavid Music (BMI) (Admin. at CapitolCMGPublishing.com) / This Is Your Time Music (ASCAP) (admin. by The Loving Company)

Behind the Song:
This is an idea that that I came up with that Chris turned it into this crazy Mumford and Sons meets Avicii meets Smitty song. It’s so contagious! We decided to pull my son Ryan into this lyric because he’s a poet and he writes things with lots of imagery, and the lyric is just incredible. The chorus says, “Can you hear? Can you hear that thunder singing out? Sing his name until the sky spills over.” The verse is: “I may be just dry bones, stripped of sinew and skin, but the wind of the spirit will raise me up again.” - Michael W. Smith