My Testimony:
Jesus was waiting
For what He required.
My lofty mind
Had not been retired.
All for His Name’s sake
He struck me down!
Though it was painful,
He brought me around.
Helpless and needy,
Repentant and weary,
Small like a child,
Or I’d not have got in.
Out on a cliff’s edge
He found his lost child;
Distant, yet bleating,
Confused, hurt and wild.
Because He is faithful,
Oh, not ‘cause I’m good,
He healed my eyes there
To see as the should.