Текст песни The Economy Of Mercy

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