(Dallas Frazier)



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

He is the king of all kings

I long to be his possession

He is my everything.



I long to be his possession

He is my everything...