Behind the Scene
He sits in a far place
Nobody sees his face
In the hearts of men he has hidden
In the midst of fire he walked
In the clouds he remained
Behind the smoke he had spoken
In all nobody has touched him
It seemed he was not there.
But as the head is lifted up
And the eyes see the clouds
The vegetation, the hills, the mountains
The rivers and the streams
The lives he ha s changed
The needs he had met
The hope he has restored
And the peace he has given
Though he stays behind the scene
His acts are manifest
In the things that we live with
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