by: Author Unknown,
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 up his tools to go the temperature had fallen and the snow began to blow.
When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart from the sound to that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start. So, Jake did what most of us would 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 hare 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 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 Peter, "that God will always answer prayer, but one time I asked for help He just plain wasn't there. Does God answer prayer of some and ignore the prayer 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 of the season. Now, I just 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! The day your truck wouldn't start and you sent your prayer a flying, You gave us all a really 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 while and though all prayers are answered, God ain't got no quota. He didn't recognize your voice and started a truck in South Dakota."
So Remember to to keep in touch!
When he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart from the sound to that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start. So, Jake did what most of us would 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 hare 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 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 Peter, "that God will always answer prayer, but one time I asked for help He just plain wasn't there. Does God answer prayer of some and ignore the prayer 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 of the season. Now, I just 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! The day your truck wouldn't start and you sent your prayer a flying, You gave us all a really 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 while and though all prayers are answered, God ain't got no quota. He didn't recognize your voice and started a truck in South Dakota."
So Remember to to keep in touch!
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