cake

i should really be making some. it's been a while since i've baked & posted the outcome. maybe a dessert for when my uncles visit after christmas...

but for today, cake lyrics. from "sick of you"... the lines below echo the frost poem (see last post).

every shiny toy
that at first brings you joy
will always start to coy and annoy...
every piece of land,
every city that you plan,
will crumble into tiny grains of sand.
every thing you find that at first gives you shine
always turns into the same old crime (same old crime!)

and i can't decide if the repetition of "same old crime" is haunting or amusing.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mi9MLL8QOY0

2 minutes, 27 seconds into it... yeah. eerie. (two people in bunny costumes doing cartwheels. also, eerie.)

GREAT lines. the song, as a whole, is a little cruel & i wouldn't sing it to anyone &/or love the idea of having it sung to me. but the point seems to be, what is the point? which again, begs the question, what will remain? what's worth investing in? all i can say to cake, & to myself, & to my 3 readers, is:

"praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! in his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, & into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. this inheritance is kept in heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. in all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. these have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed. though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls" (1 peter 1:3-8).

thank you, awesome Father, for your gift of redemption that never loses its shine.