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