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
Then a whisper of His voice softly called me
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 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 living
Oh He is the king of all kings
I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything
I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything