He is my reason for living

He is my everything

I remember my days of darkness

Without sunshine or sight to lead my way

But a whisper of his voice softly calling

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 lighting and thunder

After the last bell has rung

I want to bow down before him

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

He is my reason for living

He is my everything