We are not here by accident, Nor is our life by chance bestowed… Though mystery is heaven-sent, It shall be opened on life's road…
And as your soul finds meaning true, You'll see what you are meant to be— A cup of water, cool and new, A warming shawl for those who freeze…
A piece of bread when hunger calls, Warm oil for those who bear deep pain, A candle in the darkest halls, To light the path through loss and rain…
To help the dawn break over night, At dusk to stand beside in care, To give your love with all your might, And bloom with joy through dark despair…
