(words & music by dallas frazier)
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
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