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.
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