If trouble could talk, what might he say?
Hello, my name is Trouble
I've got troubles of my own
Believers make me grumble
Their endurance makes me groan
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
These people of the Bible
Know all things work for good
My threats of death, they call great gain
Tricks don’t trick like they should
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
I knock 'em down
But they don’t stay down
They’ve learned to persevere
Success is now elusive
My defeat's become severe
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
Through prayer they get stronger
By faith they take a stand
Through pain persistent longer
Makes me wonder who I am
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
Backfiring’s gettin’ way too old
I'm tired of feeling used
Christians gettin’ way too bold
Benefittin’ from my abuse
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
This thing they call salvation
Ruined it all for me
It’s made all my destruction
Only temporary
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
Their source of celebration
Is worst of all for me
The root of my frustration
What I caused at Calvary
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
The fear of death was gutted
No more bondage to defeat
My plans totally routed
When Jesus’ tomb emptied
I’ve got the blues
Trouble’s got the blues
Who’s got the blues?
Trouble’s got the blues!
Troublemaker blues?
Trouble’s got the blues!
