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 underooted 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'm feeling underooted 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
