Re-grip

I again re-grip on the Iron Rod I’d once released.
My angels have held on for me ever since my strength decreased.
I’ve come to know that angels do always me surround
To help me stay close to the marvelous light I once had found.
I have felt that the stakes are high in this war we fight.
It becomes ever harder, for I know the wrong from right.
My angels lend me strength when there is none I can feel
And when I cannot discern between dreams and what is real.
I know not how my life will end or what will come before
But I know what I shall do when I stand at heaven’s door.
I shall knock with all my strength, and if my strength fails then,
I shall wait until my strength returns, and I shall knock again!