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 the 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 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