A Cowboy's Prayer
the rancher, went one day to fix a distant fence.
wind was cold and gusty and the clouds rolled gray and dense.
he pounded the last staples in and gathered tools to go,
temperature had fallen and the snow began to blow.
he finally reached his pickup, he felt a heavy heart.
the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start.
Jake did what most of us do if we'd have been there.
humbly bowed his balding head and sent aloft a prayer.
he turned the key one last time, he softly cursed his luck.
found him three days later, frozen stiff in that old truck.
Jake had been around in life and done his share of roamin'.
when he saw Heaven, he was shocked -- it look just like Wyomin'.
Oh, there were some differences of course, but just some
One place had simply disappeared -- the town
they called Rock Springs.
The BLM had been shut down; there were no
And the wind in Rawlins and Cheyenne was now a
The Park and Forest Service folks -- they didn't
fare so well,
They'd all been sent to fight some fire in a
wilderness called Hell.
Though Heaven was a real nice place, Jake had a
So he saddled up and lit a shuck, not know'n
what he'd find.
Then one day up in Cody, on a cold fall
He saw St. Peter coming, and he knew he'd be
all the saints in Heaven, his favorite was St. Peter.
this line, it ain't needed but it helps with rhyme and meter.
they set and talked a minute or two, or maybe it was three,
was keepin' score in Heaven time is free.
always heard," Jake said to Pete, "that God will answer prayers,
the one time I asked for help, well, He just plain wasn't there.
God answer prayers of some, and ignore the prayers of others?
don't seem exactly square I know all men are brothers.
does he randomly reply, without good rhyme or reason?
it's the time of day, the weather or the season.
I ain't trying to act smart, it's just the way I feel,
I was wonderin', could you tell me what the heck's the deal?"
listened very patiently and when 'ol Jake was done,
were smiles of recognition, and he said, "So, you're the one!
day your truck, it wouldn't start, and you sent your prayer
gave us all a real bad time, with hundreds of us a-trying.
thousand angels rushed to check the status of your file,
you know, Jake, we hadn't heard from you in quite a while.
though all prayers are answered, and God ain't got no quota,
didn't recognize your voice, and started a truck in North Dakota."
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