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I long to be His possession
Oh, He is my everything
I remember days of darkness,
Without sunshine or sight to lead my way,
Then a whisper of His voice softly calling,
Into 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.
He is the king of all kings.
I long to be His possession.
He is my everything.
author T. Frazier
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