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