“Sometimes you’ve just got to shake things up,” Michael W. Smith says with a smile. After selling more than 15 million albums, scoring 28 No. 1 hits, earning three GRAMMYs and more than 40 Dove Awards, no one would blame the Christian music icon if he decided to coast just a little bit, but that’s just not in his nature.
“I feel like it’s a good season,” Smith says, leaning forward in a comfortable chair in the 1940s Tennessee farmhouse he’s converted into a studio. “I’m pretty passionate. I have lots of energy and I’m probably enjoying making music more than I ever have in my entire life. I’m having fun and I’m excited about this record and this next chapter.”
Sky Spills Over Lyrics
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
Can you hear
Can you hear that thunder
Sing His name, sing it out
‘Til the sky spills over
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 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 can hear
I can hear that thunder
I’ll sing Your name, sing it out
‘Til the sky spills over
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