He is my reason for living 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 my son

He is my reason for living...
I long to be his possession he is my everything