Michael W. Smith - Sky spills over

There's a r^Emose in the desert Blooming r^Ced in the dro^Gught There's a que^Emnching rain In the wings of the ^Cga-thering cl^Gouds ^EmLift your eyes Look to the hor-i^Czon n^Gow There's s^Emtill a hope for us

^CAnd call it d^Gown

Can you h^Emear Can you hear t^Chat t^Ghun-der Sing His n^Emame, sing it out 'Til the s^Cky spills o^Gver ^EmWhoa^C, o^Gh ^EmWhoa^C, o^Gh

Oh, ^EmI may just be dry bones Stripped of si^Cnew and s^Gkin But the w^Emind of His spirit Will raise me ^Cup a-g^Gain I l^Emift my eyes I look to the hor-i^Czon n^Gow Oh, there's s^Emtill a song to sing Fall down on your knees^C and cry a-l^Goud

I h^Gear the rolling t^Emhun-der ^CFeel the pouring r^Gain My he^Gart is filled with ^Emwon-der ^COnly You re-m^Gain I s^Gee a new hor-i^Emzon ^C Coming up my w^Gay

I l^Emift my eyes I look to the hor-i^Czon n^Gow Oh, there's s^Emtill a song to sing Fall down ^Con your knees and cry a-l^Goud

I can h^Emear I can h^Cear that t^Ghun-der I'll sing Your n^Emame, sing it out ^C 'Til the sky spills ^Go-ver Oh, I can h^Emear I can hea^Cr that t^Ghun-der I'll sing Your n^Emame, sing it out^C 'Til the sky spills ^Go-ver (over)

^EmWhoa^C, o^Gh x 4