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