I long to be his possession he is my everything I remember my days of darekness 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... I long to be his possession he is my everything
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