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

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