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-feeling underrooted feeling undermined
Can this grace of God cover me this time?
When I feel the pain I know
WHy I feel strange, 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 am feeling underrooted
Feeling undermined can this grace of God cover me this time?
Do You really love my soul, even after I hated You?
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?
Do you really know my name, can I really come to You?
I can I don't care if the rooster crows
I can
