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 its too cold to talk tonight

So I just sit with him instead and think

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How did I find myself in a better place

I can't look down on the frown on the other guys 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 hear his humble prayer

I feel his longing to be free someday

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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 guys face

You gotta stoop down low, look him square in the eye

And get a funny feeling, cause you might be dealing

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With the face of Christ, yeah

With the face of Christ