 Looking on the sad times, the guilt and all the shame
I have learned to submit my existing hurts and pains
All of the grief I have learned to set aside
Cause I am I am I am I am
Feeling underooted, feeling undermined
Can this grace of God cover me this time?
And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
And when I hear the rooster crow, I am ashamed
Jesus on the cross and this cross upon my back
I have learned to submit then I whine about my lack
Sometimes I drop my cross, deserve a little rest
That's when I run to You and I nail Your feet and Your wrist
I'm feeling underooted, feeling undermined
Can this grace of God cover me this time?
And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
And when I hear the rooster crow I am ashamed
And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
And when I hear the rooster crow I am ashamed
And do You really know my soul even after I hated You?
And do you really know my name, can I really come to You?
And are You really more faithful than the changing of the seasons and the morning sun?
And do You really know my name, can I really come to You
I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can
I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I don't care
If the rooster crows, if the rooster crows
If the rooster crows, if the rooster crows
(I can)
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