George Jones. He Is My Everything. Zeneszám

I long to be His possession
He is my everything

I remember my days of darkness
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
He is the King of all Kings
I long to be His possession
He is my everything