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