I love this song. It reminds me of driving through the Appalachians in western North Carolina with the family on the way to my grandmother’s house in Hayesville. That town is about as far west as you can get without crossing the border into Tennessee. We had the Michael Card cd and we’d play it over and over as I sat in the back, letting the landscape move across my eyes, head on palm. David and Paul sat in front of me, sleeping or reading, and Mom and Dad were in the front, talking low about something of parental consequence, no doubt.<\/p>\n
I thought about the past, the moments passing, and the future, where I would go, what I would do. The scope of the song for me allowed my mind to step back a way farther from the timeline of my life, and view its events with a sense of increased relevance between them. There are so many thoughts and feelings wrapped up in it… I’ll sort them out later, when I have more time to ponder.<\/p>\n
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Seems I’ve imagined Him all of my life
\nAs the wisest of all of mankind
\nBut if God’s Holy wisdom is foolish to men
\nHe must have seemed out of His mind<\/p>\n
For even His family said He was mad
\nAnd the priests said a demon’s to blame
\nBut God in the form of this angry young man
\nCould not have seemed perfectly sane<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/p>\n
When we in our foolishness thought we were wise
\nHe played the fool and He opened our eyes
\nWhen we in our weakness believed we were strong
\nHe became helpless to show we were wrong
\nAnd so we follow God’s own fool
\nFor only the foolish can tell-
\nBelieve the unbelievable
\nAnd come be a fool as well<\/p>\n
So come lose your life for a carpenter’s son
\nFor a madman who died for a dream
\nAnd you’ll have the faith His first followers had
\nAnd you’ll feel the weight of the beam<\/p>\n
So surrender the hunger to say you must know
\nHave the courage to say I believe
\nFor the power of paradox opens your eyes
\nAnd blinds those who say they can see<\/p>\n
Chorus<\/p>\n
So we follow God’s own Fool
\nFor only the foolish can tell
\nBelieve the unbelievable,
\nAnd come be a fool as well. <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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