From contributor Sherry Benson this anonymous poem with "true" humor:
The RancherJake, 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
From the sound of that ignition, he knew it wouldn't start.
So Jake did what most of us would do if we had been there.
They found him three days later, frozen stiff in that old truck.
Now Jake had been around in life and done his share of
(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
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
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.
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,
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