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