Some say I am a famous man, I guess it's something I can't see
I've lived my best and never wished for glory; that just isn't me
I loved a woman and her holy son, and I know that they loved me
We tried to be the family we should be, behind the scenes
Mary gave Him her tender heart; God gave Him everything
I tried to teach Him how to walk, and I held Him on my knee
I pulled splinters from His gentle
hands when He worked the wood with me
I tried to save Him from the pain,
but He was saving me, behind the scenes
Once when I touched His hands, I felt what they would one day be
I knew that they could heal the
sick; I knew that they would bleed for me
I will not live to see Him die; my time here is getting brief
And I wonder if I've been the man that God hoped I would be
In my mind I see hosts of Heaven; and they stand to honor me
I don't know if this is in a vision
or if it's just a dying man's dream
But I'll be waiting when my Jesus returns to Heaven as the angels sing
And I'll be waiting for my chance to
worship at His feet, behind the scenes

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