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BETTER PLACE
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 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 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
After a lifetime of misery
somehow his heart is soft
but keeping simple faith is hard
He lays his bible open next to me
and as I hear his simple prayer
I feel his longing to be free some day
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
so if you find your self in a better place
you can't look down on the frown on the guys face
look him square in his eye
and get that funny feeling
you know who your dealing with
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