He Is My Everything

I long to be His possession He is my everything I remember my days of darkness 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