Since God died for you cause God was mad. It's dad. It's the Savior. It's the God.
You might want to start afresh if you plan to compose a poem. "mad" and "dad" rhyme, but this sentence makes no sense.
Lewis Carroll enjoyed writing this kind of poetry. Here's a gem from him:
How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale!
How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spreads his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in,
With gently smiling jaws!