Economy Of Mercy lyrics
by Switchfoot



There's just two ways to lose yourself in this lifeAnd neither way is safeIn my dreams I see visions of the futureBut today we have todayAnd where will I find You?And where will I find You?In the economy of mercyI am a poor and begging manIn the currency of graceIs where my song beginsIn the colors of Your goodnessIn the scars of Your skinIn the currency of graceIs where my song beginsThese carbon shells These fragile dusty framesHouse canvases of soulsWe are bruised and broken masterpiecesBut we did not paint ourselvesAnd where will I find You?And where will I find You?In the economy of mercyI am a poor and begging manIn the currency of graceIs where my song beginsIn the colors of Your goodnessIs the scars of Your skinIn the currency of graceIs where my song beginsWhere 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 hereYes, I'm lost without You hereI'm lost without You hereYou knew my name when the world was made