Could God be the Maddest of all?
Divinely Mad,
Madness Divine,
Omnipotent Madness created us sane,
The whole thing in our power, but for one little tree.
One little tree that brought us to be,
All broken and marred, ashamed and weighed down.
Yet, Omnipotent Madness, never left town.
Wallowed in mire, it seemed tragic indeed,
‘till the Madness of God,
Hung His Son on a tree.
Bleeding and dying, the whole world in His sight,
Forgive them! He cried,
Still, He suffered and died.
Buried, entombed, wrapped in white linen,
Three days in the dark, without any hope given.
Our story’s not over.
So, wait there’s still more,
Omnipotent Madness made a decree,
Raise Him again, We’ll let the world see!!
So, in Power and Glory, Christ rose from His grave.
Five-hundred and more, saw, touched, and felt.
Mary thought him a gardener,
Yet, you still don’t believe.
What will it take for the truth you to see?
Divinity died for you and for me.
Perhaps for a good man, some would dare die,
But ragged old sinners, cast offs and lame?
It’s hard to believe that God could be sane.
-M. Matheson 2011 revised 2016
