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