I long to be his possession
he is my everything
I remember
my days of darkness
without sunshine or sight
to lead my way
Then a whisper
of his voice softly called me
to the arms of my Maker to stay
He is my reason for living
he is the king of all kings
I long to be his possession
he is my everything
After the lightning and the thunder
after the last bell has rung
I want to bow down
before Jesus
and hear him say well done
He is my reason for living
he is the king of all kings
I long to be his possession
he is my everything
I long to be his possession
he is my everything
he is my everything
I remember
my days of darkness
without sunshine or sight
to lead my way
Then a whisper
of his voice softly called me
to the arms of my Maker to stay
He is my reason for living
he is the king of all kings
I long to be his possession
he is my everything
After the lightning and the thunder
after the last bell has rung
I want to bow down
before Jesus
and hear him say well done
He is my reason for living
he is the king of all kings
I long to be his possession
he is my everything
I long to be his possession
he is my everything