Besedila: Skillet. I can.

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