Chris Rice

The Face Of Christ

Chris Rice


He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys 
And the only roof he knows that 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 in 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 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 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's 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 find myself in a better place 
I can't look down on the frown on the other guy's face 
I just might be dealing 
With the face of Christ