Jake, the rancher, went one day to fix a distant
The wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled
gray and dense.
As he pounded the last nail in and gathered tools
The temperature had fallen and the snow began to
When he finally reached his pick-up, he felt a
From the sound of that ignition, he knew it
So Jake did what most of us do if we'd have been
He humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a
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
But when he got to Heaven he was shocked ~ it
looked just like Wyomin'.
Of all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St.
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
Nobody was keepin' score ~ in Heaven, time is
"I've always heard, Jake said to Pete, "That God
will answer prayer;
But one time that I asked for help, well, He just
plain wasn't there.
Does God answer prayers for some, and ignore
the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square ~ I know all men are
Now I ain't tryin' to act smart, it's just the way
And I was wonderin', could you tell ~ what the
heck's the deal?"
Peter listened very patiently and when Jake was
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
A thousand angels rushed to check the status of
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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