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Cowboy Poetry (unknown)
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
tools to go,
The temperature had fallen; the wind and snow
began to blow.
When he finally reached his ford, 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 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 ford, 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 long while. "
"And though all prayers are answered, and God
ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice, and started a
ford 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
tools to go,
The temperature had fallen; the wind and snow
began to blow.
When he finally reached his ford, 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 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 ford, 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 long while. "
"And though all prayers are answered, and God
ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice, and started a
ford in Minnesota. "
BETTER KEEP IN TOUCH!
