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.