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"