He Is My Everything
I long to be His possessionOh, He is my everything
I remember my days of darknessWithout sunshine or sight to lead the wayBut a whisper of his voice softly callingTo the arms of my maker to stay
He is my reason for livingOh He is the king of all kingsI long to be His possessionOh, He is my everything
After the lighting and thunderAfter the last bell has rungI want to bow down before himAnd hear him say, "Well done."
He is my reason for livingOh, He is the king of all kingsI long to be His possessionOh, He is my everything
I long to be His possessionOh, He is my everything