I long to be his possession he is my everything

I remember my days of darekness 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...

I long to be his possession he is my everything