Good Trouble

My skin is alabaster

And I understand what that means

There's history in my color

And a burden in me and this free

And the burden is the wall between you and me

But there's a love that's still turning over tables

And a love making blinded eyes see

There's a healing that's waiting in the water

That's still making saints out of rebels

My God is still making good trouble

I've grown tired of being so careful

About speaking my truth with soft words

Out on the streets I'm fearful

Even though inside I know my worth

But I'll never give up even when it hurts

Because love is still turning over tables

And love still makes the blinded eyes see

And there's a healing that's waiting in the water

That's still making saints out of rebels

My God is still making good trouble

Good trouble

Good trouble

My God is still making good trouble

Good trouble

Good trouble

My God is still making good trouble

Even though we are all broken

There is a dream still worth holding

Let's walk towards the fire

And push past the fear

And call hate a liar

Loud and clear

There's a love that's still turning over tables

And the love making blinded eyes see

There's a healing that's waiting in the waters

That's still making saints out of rebels

My God is still making good trouble

Good trouble

Good trouble

My God is still making good trouble

Good trouble

Good trouble

My God is still making good trouble