IROC-T
August 27th, 2005, 05:06 PM
COWBOY JAKE
Jake, the rancher went one day, To fix a distant fence. The wind was
cold and gusty; The clouds rolled gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in And gathered his 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, Had we been there. He humbly bowed
his balding head And sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for one 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 really 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 when 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 patiently, And when old 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 all 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 while."
"And though all prayers are answered, And God ain't got no quota,
He
didn't recognize your voice, And started a Ford truck in Minnesota !"
BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!
Jake, the rancher went one day, To fix a distant fence. The wind was
cold and gusty; The clouds rolled gray and dense.
As he pounded the last staples in And gathered his 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, Had we been there. He humbly bowed
his balding head And sent aloft a prayer.
As he turned the key for one 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 really 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 when 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 patiently, And when old 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 all 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 while."
"And though all prayers are answered, And God ain't got no quota,
He
didn't recognize your voice, And started a Ford truck in Minnesota !"
BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!
