(Dallas Frazier)

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
He is the king of all kings
I long to be his possession
He is my everything.

I long to be his possession
He is my everything...