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