I remember my days of darkness,

Without sunshine or sight to lead my way.

And then a whisper from His Voice

Softly called me

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,

He is my everything.

 

After the lightning and 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.

Oh, 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.