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Looking on the sad times, the guilt and all the shame |
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I have learned to submit my existing hurts and pains |
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All the grief |
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I've learned to set aside' |
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Cause I am, |
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I am, I am, |
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I amFeeling under rooted, feeling undermined |
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Can this grace of |
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God cover me this time? |
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And when I feel the pain |
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I know why |
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I feel strange |
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And when I hear the rooster crow |
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I am ashamed |
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Jesus on the cross and this cross upon my back |
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I have learned to submit then |
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I whine about my lie |
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Sometimes |
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I drop my cross deserve a little rest |
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That's when |
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I run to you and |
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I nail your feet and your wrist |
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I'm feeling under rooted, feeling undermined |
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Can this grace of |
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God cover me this time? |
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And when I feel the pain |
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I know why |
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I feel strange |
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And when I hear the rooster crow |
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I am ashamed |
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And when I feel the pain |
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I know why |
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I feel strange |
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And when I hear the rooster crow |
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I am ashamed |
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And do you really love my soul, even after |
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I hated you? |
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And do you really know my name, can |
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I really come to you? |
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Are you really more faithful than |
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The changing of the seasons and the morning sun? |
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And do you really know my name, can |
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I really come to you? |
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I can, I can, |
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I can, I can, |
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I can, I can, |
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I can, I can |
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I can, I can, |
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I can, I can, |
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I can, I can, |
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I canI don't care if the rooster crows, if the rooster crows |
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If the rooster crows, if the rooster crows, |
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I can |
