My skin is alabaster
And I understand what that means
There’s history in my color
And a burden in being 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