Face of Christ Songtext
von Chris Rice

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

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