He Is My Everything

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