Every Face Is a Gift

[Verse 1]
I saw a little boy runnin’ through the churchyard gate,
Mud on his boots, and he was already late.
Old Miss Evelyn smiled from the last pew in the back,
And the Lord loved them both without keepin’ score of what they lacked.

[Chorus]
Every face is a gift, every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured by fortune or fame.
From the cradle to the river where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children, every face is a gift.

[Verse 2]
The banker and the farmer, the teacher and the hand,
The widow in the apartment, the drifter on the land.
The world keeps countin’ numbers, tries to sort us by our worth,
But Heaven sees a treasure in every life upon this earth.

[Chorus]
Every face is a gift, every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured by fortune or fame.
From the cradle to the river where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children, every face is a gift.

[Bridge]
Before we built the railroads, before we wired the towns,
Before the screens and engines, before the crowns and gowns,
There was a voice in Eden sayin’ “Let there be light,”
And every human story was precious in His sight.

[Verse 3]
So when you pass a stranger, or somebody pushed aside,
The one nobody notices, the one the crowds pass by,
Remember Christ is waiting in places we might miss,
And every act of kindness begins with seeing this:

[Chorus]
Every face is a gift, every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured by fortune or fame.
From the cradle to the river where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children, every face is a gift.

[Outro]
People are more important than things, more than numbers, more than names.
The river keeps on singing, and God’s love stays the same.53:T8ad,Style Prompt (Suno)

Traditional Appalachian bluegrass gospel, warm male lead vocal, church harmony quartet, upright bass, fiddle, clawhammer banjo, acoustic guitar, mandolin, slow waltz tempo, reverent and hopeful, front-porch revival meeting atmosphere, Sunday morning radio gospel hour, rich vocal harmonies, simple melody, deeply human, heartfelt, timeless, spiritual without sentimentality, professional studio recording

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Lyrics — Every Face Is a Gift

Verse 1

I saw a little boy runnin’
through the churchyard gate,
Mud on his boots,
and he was already late.

Old Miss Evelyn smiled
from the last pew in the back,
And the Lord loved them both
without keepin’ score of what they lacked.

Chorus

Every face is a gift,
every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured
by fortune or fame.

From the cradle to the river
where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children,
every face is a gift.

Verse 2

The banker and the farmer,
the teacher and the hand,
The widow in the apartment,
the drifter on the land.

The world keeps countin’ numbers,
tries to sort us by our worth,
But Heaven sees a treasure
in every life upon this earth.

Chorus

Every face is a gift,
every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured
by fortune or fame.

From the cradle to the river
where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children,
every face is a gift.

Bridge

Before we built the railroads,
before we wired the towns,
Before the screens and engines,
before the crowns and gowns,

There was a voice in Eden
sayin’ “Let there be light,”
And every human story
was precious in His sight.

Verse 3

So when you pass a stranger,
or somebody pushed aside,
The one nobody notices,
the one the crowds pass by,

Remember Christ is waiting
in places we might miss,
And every act of kindness
begins with seeing this:

Final Chorus

Every face is a gift,
every soul has a name,
Ain’t a one of us measured
by fortune or fame.

From the cradle to the river
where the evening shadows drift,
We’re all God’s own children,
every face is a gift.

Outro

People are more important than things,
more than numbers, more than names.
The river keeps on singing,
and God’s love stays the same.