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