connie smith
he is my everything
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 Saviour 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 thunder after the last bell has rung Oh I want to bow down before Jesus and there hear him say well done He is my reason for living He is my reason for living he is my everything