Told he was a sinner on Sunday He said yes he was so hoped one day To get some in commit some sin Sold he asked when could he begin He felt without but he knew within How opportunity had never Come between him and forever Until a voice said in his head: "Raised for heaven raise hell now instead" Said might as well the hell you are in He said what the hell might as well "First thing in the morning on Monday" So he lived and loved until he was dead But prayed for forgiveness anyway As he made his mark on society Though mad so glad because he was me I was a very glad man Because a merry madman I could have been a bad man But I was not I forgave and forgot So I was glad though some were not Had they known how they would have been Those who know now they should have then Though I did and so I got rid Of wondering when to find whenever What if to mind whatever Now as a very glad man Because a merry madman +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII