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