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, 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 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 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 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 © CLUMSY FLY MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com