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?

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 was I when the world was made?

Where was I?

I’m lost without You here

Yes, I’m lost without You near me

I’m lost without You here

You knew my name when the world was made