Face of Christ

He shares a room outside with a dozen of other guys
 And the only roof he knows
 Is that sometimes starry sky
 A tightened sleeping bag on the concrete slab as his bed
 And it's too cold to talk tonight
 So I just sit with him instead and think
 How did I find myself in a better place
 I can't look down on the frown of the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look him square in the eye
 I gotta funny feeling
 I just might be dealing
 With the face of Christ
 After sixteen years in a cold gray prison yard
 Somehow his heart gets soft
 Keeping simple faith is hard
 He lays his Bible open on the table next to me
 And as I hear his humble prayer
 I feel his longing to be free someday
 How did I find myself in a better place
 I can't look down on the frown of the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look him square in the eye
 I gotta funny feeling
 I just might be dealing
 With the face of Christ
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 See you had no choice which day you would be born
 Or the color of your skin
 What planet you'd be on
 Would your mind be strong
 Would your eyes be blue or brown
 Whether Daddy would be rich
 Or if Momma stuck around at all
 So if you find yourself in a better place
 You can't look down on the frown of the other guy's face
 You gotta stoop down low
 Look him square in the eye
 I gotta funny feeling
 You just might be dealing
 How did I find myself in a better place
 I can't look down on the frown of the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look him square in the eye
 I gotta funny feeling
 I just might be dealing
 With the face of Christ
 With the face of Christ
 With the face of Christ, yeah
 With the face of Christ
 With the face of Christ