How is it that I find myself here?
In truth, it’s a story too long to tell.
But one thing led to another,
And another,
And another,
A bit of happenstance,
Years, decades even, in the making.
Who but God himself could orchestrate such a thing?

Because I was here,
Because I needed a change,
Because I couldn’t go on,
Because I took his place,
Because I saw the sign . . .

And on and on,
Farther and farther it goes,
Branching wildly,
With every soul it crosses,
Forming innumerable byroads,
That would drive a mortal man mad to consider.
I’ll stand on this hill then,
And look back upon my path alone,
And quickly find even that’s enough,
To leave me awestruck.

Be it fate,
or Divine will,
This meeting was anything but coincidence.
So I’ll walk with you a while,
And you can answer me a simple question;
How did you find yourself here tonight?