I long to be His possession
For 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 liv-ing
Oh He is the King of all kings
I long to be His possession
For He is my everything
After the lightning 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 liv-ing
Oh He is the King of all kings
I long to be His possession
For He is my everything
I long to be His possession
For He is my everything
