“I’m lonely-- I’ll make me a world.”

And God stepped out on space, 
And he looked around and said,
“I’m lonely--
I’ll make me a world.”

Then God walked around, 
And God looked around,
On all that he had made,
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at His little stars;
He looked at His world
With all its living things,
And God said, “I’m lonely still.”

And God thought and thought,
Till he thought, “I’ll make me a man.”
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:
Then into it He blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.

The Creation, A Negro Spiritual (J.W. Johnston)