To what extent is this true?

Well this day's been crazy
But everything's happened on schedule,
From the rain and the cold
To the drink that I spilled on my shirt.
'Cause You knew how You'd save me
Before I fell dead in the garden,
And You knew this day
Long before You made me out of dirt.

And You know the plans that You have for me
And You can't plan the end and not plan the means
And so I suppose I just need some peace,
Just to get me to sleep.

--Table for Two, Caedmon's Call