Day Two

No Accident

Part of a purpose, part of a plan

A triune conspiracy majestic and grand

For this purpose and this end

The Glory of God was revealed to men

In the secret place where you were formed

Knit by his hand and by His breath warmed

Before you were born He had you in mind

To the praise of His glory he marked out our time

Not by chance Not by happenstance

Uniquely created we join in the dance

A measure of faith given to every one

He has been pleased now to call us his own

No accident, no accident

So live for the purpose for which we are meant.

All that you are is heaven sent

Beloved one, you are no accident.

And he is the reason we live move and breathe

The reason you are and your reason to be

Your time and your place, your calling, your face

We’re uniquely crafted by the giver of grace.

Not by chance Not by happenstance

Uniquely created we join in the dance

A measure of faith given to every one

He has been pleased now to call us his own

No accident, no accident

So live for the purpose for which we are meant.

All that you are is heaven sent

Beloved you are no accident.

Anthony Foster

January 19, 2003