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
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...