“... I told him I was so happy that I had nothing else to pray for. 'Why,'says I, I've got prayers to sell. ”

“I wonder why when I told him that my chest still ached even though I had finally told him how I felt, he said, "So you finally realize how I've felt these past three years?" and laughed.”

“He asked me if I ever prayed-- and I lied.Then he asked me if I ever got an answer, or a sign that my prayer was heard-- and I told him the truth."Yeah... me neither."His hands sounded like leather as he slowly rubbed some warmth into his knotted knuckles."So what happens to all of those lost prayers?"I didn't know if I should tell him the truth of what I really believed... or not.I put my hand on his slumping shoulder, smiled and told him the truth of what I believe, "Don't worry...”

“Minny,” I say last Sunday, “why Bertrina ask me to pray for her?”Minny say, “Rumor is you got some kind a power prayer, gets better results than just the regular variety.”

“I've got a knife and I want to talk to youI've got a prayer and I want to carve it to youI've got no chance, that's why I'm looking to youO Lord, ride with me”

“I've got a crooked elbow and I generally say my prayers with one leg on a brass rail.”