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Make sure your file is up to date!

Post by Rumble Frog » Sun Feb 24, 2002 4:49 pm

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 and the snow
began to blow.

When he finally reached his Bronco, he
felt a heavy heart,
From the sound of that ignition, he
knew it wouldn't start.

So Jake did what most of us do if we'd
have 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 roamin'.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked
- it looked just like Wyomin'.

Of all the saints in Heaven, his
favorite was St. Peter.
Now, this line, it 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 keepin' score - in Heaven
time is free.

"I've always heard," Jake said to Pete,
"that God will answer prayers,
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 wonderin', could you tell -
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 a 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 truck in North Dakota.

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