I long to be his possession he is my everything

I remember my days of darekness without sunshine or sight to lead my way


Then a whisper of his voice softly called me to the arms of my Maker to stay


He is my reason for living he is the king of all kings

I long to be his possession he is my everything





After the lightning and the thunder after the last bell has rung

I want to bow down before Jesus and hear him say well done


He is my reason for living...


I long to be his possession he is my everything