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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 |
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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 |