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 os 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