text: 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 have learned to set aside
  Cause I am, I am, I am, I am
  Feeling undernoted, feeling undermined
  Can this grace of God cover me this time?
  And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
  And 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 is when I run to you and I nail your feet and your wrist
  I am feeling undernoted, feeling undermined
  Can this grace of God cover me this time?
  And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
  And when I hear the rooster crow I am ashamed
  And when I feel the pain I know why I feel strange
  And when I hear the rooster crow I am ashamed
  And do you really love my soul, even after I hated you?
  And 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?
  And do you really know my name, can I really come to you?
  I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I can, I do not care, if the rooster crows, if the rooster crows, if the rooster crows, if the rooster crows
  I can...