Don't go quoting me on this position - I've already reflected on this idea and formulated its dissolution.
Yet the import is being missed - and I would be remiss to not point out this.

The footprints referred to in that most revered poem - the one in which we learn that Jesus' would make an excellent fireman.
Refers to the mystery of intervention by the divine at serendipitous points in time...

Did you ever experience a near-miss that saved your bacon?
Did anything return to you in greater quantities than was taken?
Received a gift or accolade that you knew you didn't deserve?
Escaped time for a crime that you should have served?
Find a shoulder to lean on when you needed one?

God's works are not confined to meteors, earthquakes and floods, or even manna from heaven...But can be found in the good deeds of Mother Teresa and the Magnificent Seven.

Hubris would delude us in thinking that it was Henry V and Welsh longbows alone that carried St. Crispen's day.

But that old adage "no one is an island" is more true than the words themselves convey.

Everyone receives help along the path in life's race. Not all of them are delivered with a divine face. Theological people would call this grace.
I think to call it that is fallacious because it's just another word for luck - which still means they don't know really know what the f*ck...

But still be humble to give credit where credit is due. Not everything that happens to or for depends on you.
And although, you are truly "the Captain of your Soul", remember:

It takes a navigator and crew to avoid disaster and survive the seas of life's distemper...