The Economy of Mercy

Switchfoot

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 
These 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 here 
I'm lost without you here 
You knew my name when the world was made