Looking on the sad times
The guilt and all the shame
I have learned to submit
My existing hurts and pains
All the grief I've 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
Yeah!
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 love my soul
Even after I hated You?
And do You really know my name?
Can I really come to You?
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
