Some Days Are Like Flopped Cake

The first attempt (at a cake I've made numerous times before) flopped!

 ...and I felt like exactly like Brantley does when he wants someone to pick him up:)

...but, the next day, (early in the morning so it would be ready for birthday-supper) I tried again

with better results 

Some days we make mistakes, no matter what we try to do

And we are glad to brush away its fray when it is through

Until the morning ushers in Newness that none have trod

Like ribbons of redemption on life’s sorrow-sullied sod

This hurt-and-dirt-based try-again humbles with stumbles, oh

But by the grace of God and nothing else, onward we go

Where morning, like a fresh flower fills fists of push and shove

And paves past’s potholes with the gold of God’s redeeming love

Some days are like flopped cake; where we, primed for a pretty treat

Are offered up instead, a slice of humble pie to eat

Then morning sings a new song; praise the Lord, we are not bound

To time’s old come-along for one more second-time-around

This is the day the Lord has made; Heaven flings wide hope’s door

And frees from yon palisade Something like never before

Morning, like mercy’s messenger, bears glad tidings of grace

And always brings a new Today to take yesterday’s place

© Janet Martin

For those who have watering taste-buds, here is the recipe.

I think I took it out a little too soon the first time around. It takes a full hour to bake at 350F.