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 yur skin
  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