The Face Of Christ

He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys
 And the only roof He knows is that sometimes starry sky
 A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is 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 on the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look Him square in the eye
 I get a funny feeling
 I just might be dealing with the face of Christ
 After sixteen years in a cold, grey prison yard
 Somehow His heart is soft
 But 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 on the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look Him square in the eye
 I get a 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 colour of your skin, or 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 on the other guy's face
 You gotta stoop down low
 Look Him square in the eye
 And get a funny feeling
 You just might be dealing
 Oh, how did I find myself in a better place
 I can't look down on the frown on the other guy's face
 'Cause when I stoop down low
 Look Him square in the eye
 I get a 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, yeah
 With the face of Christ