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 rooseter crow   I am ashamed      Jesus on the cross   And this cross unpon 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