I Can
Looking on the sad times, the guilt and all the shameI have learned to submit my existing hurts and painsAll the grief I've learned to set aside
'Cause I am, I am, I amFeeling underooted feeling underminedCan this grace of God cover me this time?
When I feel the pain I know why I feel strangeWhen I hear the rooster crow I am ashamedJesus on the cross and this cross upon my backI have learned to submit then I whine about my lack
Sometimes I drop my cross, deserve a little restThat's when I run to you and I nail your feet and your wrist
I'm feeling underooted feeling underminedCan 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 crowsI can