With his head in his hands, God thought and thought, Till he thought: I'll make me a man!

And God smiled again, And the rainbow appeared, And curled itself around his shoulder.

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.

So God stepped over to the edge of the world And He spat out the seven seas; He batted His eyes, and the lightnings flashed; He clapped His hands, and the thun…

Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what needst thou with earth's wheel? But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men.

Men create the gods in their own image.

You were planned for God's pleasure.