He Is My Everything

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

But a whisper of his voice softly calling

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 lighting 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