A Cowboy Learns To Pray


          Jake, the rancher, went one  day to fix a  distant fence.
          The wind  was cold  and gusty  and the  clouds   rolled gray  and
          dense.

          As he pounded  the last   staples in and   gathered tools to  go,
          The temperature had fallen,  the wind and snow  began to blow.  

          When he finally  reached his  pickup, he  felt  a   heavy  heart.
          From the sound of that  ignition, he knew it  wouldn't start.    
          So Jake did what most of us  would do if we  had been there.
          He humbly bowed his balding head  and sent  aloft a prayer.  

          As he turned the  key for the  last  time, he  softly cursed  his
          luck.  
          They found him three days later, frozen stiff  in that old truck.

          Now Jake had been around in  life and done his  share of roaming.
          But when he saw Heaven, he was   shocked -- it  looked just  like
          Wyoming!  

          Of all the saints in Heaven,  his favorite was  St. Peter.
          (Now, this line ain't needed but it  helps  with rhyme and meter)

          So they  set and talked a minute  or two, or  maybe it was three.
          Nobody was keeping' score -- in Heaven time  is free.

          "I've always heard," Jake said   to Pete, "that  God will  answer
          prayer,
          But one  time I  asked for  help,  well,  he just   plain  wasn't
          there."

          "Does God answer  prayers of some,  and  ignore   the prayers  of
          others?
          That don't seem exactly square  -- I know all  men are brothers."

          "Or  does he  randomly reply,   without  good   rhyme or  reason?
          Maybe, it's the time of day, the  weather or  the season."    

          "Now I  ain't trying to  act  smart, it's  just  the  way I feel.
          And I was wondering', could you tell me  --  what the heck's  the
          deal?"

          Peter listened very patiently and  when Jake  was done,
          There were smiles  of recognition, and he   said, "So, you're the
          one."

          "That day your truck, it wouldn't  start,
          and  you sent your  prayer a  flying,  You gave us all a real bad
          time,  with  hundreds of us trying."

          "A thousand  angels rushed,  to check the   status of  your file,
          But you know,  Jake, we hadn't heard   from you  in  quite a long
          while."

          "And though  all prayers  are  answered,  and God   ain't  got no
          quota,
          He  didn't  recognize your  voice,  and    started  a   truck  in
          Minnesota."

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