Face Of Christ

Chris Rice builds this song around a simple, disarming encounter: sitting beside a homeless man on a concrete slab under a starry sky, too cold to talk, so he simply stays. That stillness becomes the hinge for the whole lyric. The chorus refuses condescension — the singer admits he can't look down on the frown on another man's face, because when he stoops low and meets that gaze, he gets a funny feeling he might be dealing with the face of Christ. A second verse moves into a prison yard, where a man sixteen years in keeps a soft heart and an open Bible, praying with a longing to be free. The bridge widens the argument: nobody chose their birthday, skin color, or whether a father stayed. That leveling logic turns the chorus into an instruction — if you find yourself in a better place, stoop down low and look him square in the eye. The song's power is in its restraint; it never preaches at the poor man, only at the comfortable listener. The repeated 'funny feeling' keeps the theology humble rather than triumphant, an unsettled recognition rather than a slogan.