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

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