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?
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 with You here
Yes, I'm lost with You near
I'm lost
with You here
You knew my name when the world was made