Holy Troublemakers - Stu Garrard, Martin Smith

I’m a troublemaker

I’ve come to speak my mind

Born to be a rebel

The rebel of a holy kind

I won’t raise my fist in anger

But I lift my hands in praise

Holy is the Lord, holy is the Lord

Let the earth sing as one

«That your kingdom has come»

Holy is the Lord, holy is the Lord

Send your fire oh God

We’re your holy troublemakers

So, fill me holy spirit

So I can walk the streets

And see the love of Jesus

Healing every heart that weeps

I won’t raise my voice in judgement

But I’ll start a song of praise

Holy is the Lord, holy is the Lord

Let the earth sing as one

«That your kingdom has come»

Holy is the Lord, holy is the Lord

Send your fire Oh God

We’re your holy troublemakers

So hello troublemaker

You turned the tables, with your grace

When you pulled me from the gutter

I saw my future in your face

We’re surrounded with your mercy

You deliver us from shame

So we’ll keep on making trouble

For the glory of your name