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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).