I don't believe in accidents.
The whole is all a plan.
That was sketched in the beginning.
And encompassed every man.

And every single person,
And acquaintance so in turn,
Paths were always meant to cross.
To help us grow and learn.

And each has a certain purpose,
Though we don't always recognize,
Just what the lesson is all about,
It's often hidden;  in disguise.

Until some time much later,
When we reflect with wiser eyes,
And clearly, all comes into focus,
And we suddenly realize....

That there are no accidents,
The whole is all a plan.
That was sketched in the beginning,
And encompassed every man.