prayer works

I meet my friend jimmy for
one cold beer.
I haven't seen him
for a long time.
he's happy as usual,
sipping on his drink
and eating a pretzel.
we slap each other on the back
and hug.
so what's up he says.
what's been going on?
you don't want to know, I tell
him.
it's too hard to believe.
but listen, and listen to me good,
prayer works.
trust me.
you'll see.