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, gray 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 heard 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
See you had no choice
Which day you would be born
Or the color 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
'cause you might be dealing
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