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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 From Letras Mania