Economy Of Mercy

There's just two ways to lose yourself in this life
And neither way is safe, in my dreams I see visions of the future
But today we have today, and where will I find You?
And where will I find You?

In the economy of mercy, I am a poor and begging man
In the currency of grace, is where my song begins
In the colors of Your goodness, in the scars that mark Your skin
In the currency of grace, is where my song begins

These carbon shells are fragile dusty frames
House canvases of souls, we are bruised and broken masterpieces
But we did not paint ourselves, and where will I find You?
Where will I find You?

In the economy of mercy, I am a poor and begging man
In the currency of grace, is where my song begins
In the colors of Your goodness, in the scars that mark Your skin
In the currency of grace, is where my song begins

Where was I when the world was made?
Where was I when the world was made?
Where was I when the world was made?
Where was I?

I'm lost without You here
Yes, I'm lost without You near, yeah
I'm lost without You here
You knew my name when the world was made