Chance

What's in a name

That would make us think

That would give us this day

To dance, eat and drink?

What time of celebration

Would force us to recall

When a vicious tyrant

Would rise and then fall?

Was it really all just chance

The luck of the draw

Like who gets the short one

When we pick straws?

It couldn't be the case

Because the odds were never in our favor

But a deeper look at near-destruction

And we see how we could never waver.

And what about now

When times are so precarious

Can we simply just laugh

And think it all so hilarious

It certainly isn't random

There is a divine plan, you see

And that plan guides us now

To an infinite victory.