I long to be His possession

Oh, He is my everything

I remember my days of darkness

Without sunshine or sight to lead the way

But a whisper of His voice softly calling

To the arms of my Maker to stay



He is my reason for living,

Oh He is the king of all kings

I long to be His possession,

Oh, He is my everything



After the lighting and thunder

After the last bell has rung

I want to bow down before Him

And hear Him say well done



He is my reason for living

Oh He is the king of all kings

I long to be His possession

Oh, He is my everything