Some Ornery Boys

Sometimes we must make do with broken chances.
With the strewn about left overs of give em hell.
Even when we gave it 210%  the failure rings about us like a bell.
Saying what the hell. What the hell.
I stop the easy and so well worn avenue of defeat. Diving into vodka
or worse.
With a fearful hand I stop to pray to the God  I need to lead the way.
Jesus I need you here with me All the other times i just let it be.
But this time Lord I heard your voice and too late I listened and indeed obeyed.
But you kept a loving hand on me.
Kept me from throwing it all away.
Thank you I am so glad.
To know it is you and me this time.
Together we will give em hell wont we?
And a firm steady voice inside my head says.......why what better choice ..but me to deal with hell. and some ornery boys.