Christ Steals the Enemies Thunder

The fight is not done Until I am six foot under I have already won Christ stole your thunder You push and shove Prod and probe Trying to pull me down But I wear His crown My weakness is His strength Yet you go to all lengths To cause mischief and strife Even attempt to take my life It is not over, it has just begun I am here to stay To worship and praise And walk in all His ways For everything you care to bring Brings an opportunity to praise my king And nuzzle in closer under His wing Listening only to Him and the angels sing With the angels I join in And the number of them Is ten thousand times ten thousand And thousands of thousands.