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