God's Trombones

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.

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 thunders rolled;

And the waters above the earth came down,

The cooling waters came down.

Young man—Young man—Your arm’s too short to box with God.

And God stepped out on space,

And He looked around and said,

"I'm lonely—

I'll make me a world."

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.

Find Sister Caroline...

And she's tired—

She's weary—

Go down, Death, and bring her to me.