The Face Of Christ — текст песни (Chris Rice)

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 heart 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 guy`s 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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