The Slide

ByKevin Kuzma

The Slide

Down into a deep black depression
The ground opens up … or is this a vision?
Slipping into a pit with other demons
Is this eternal or just for a season?
I scratch, I claw, and pull dirt behind
crying out as I glide down on the slide
And just before Satan achieves his bode
a light inside me begins to atone
Words flow from my lips and sing in your praise
as you lift me high in your mysterious way
My feet set down in a safe place again
feeling your love, your grace, victory from sin

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