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



How did I find myself in a better place

I cant 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



How did I find myself in a better place

I cant 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



See you had no choice which day you would be born

Or the color of your skin, or what planet youd 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 cant 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 ...



How did I find myself in a better place

I cant 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



With the face of Christ, yeah



With the face of Christ