Pausing to Remember in Whose Image I am Created

" Then God walked around, and God looked around
   On all the he had made.
   He looked at His sun, and he looked at his moon.
   And he looked at his little stars; 
   He looked on his world, with all of its living things, 
   And God said: I'm lonely still.

   Then God sat down- 
   On the side of the hill where he could think;
   By a deep, wide river he sat down;
   With his head in his hands, God thought and thought, 
   Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

   Up from the bed of  the river
   God scooped up the clay; 
   Any be the bank of the river
   He kneeled him down;
   And there the great God Almighty
   Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky, 
   Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night, 
   Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
   This Great God, 
   Like a mammy bending over her baby, 
   Kneeled down in the dust
   Toiling over a lump of clay
   Till he shaped it in his own image;

   The into it he blew the breath of life, 
   And man became a living soul.
   Amen. Amen."
         
                         - James Weldon Johnson from God's Trombones Seven Negro Sermons in Verse