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