There's Trouble In Our Town

There’s trouble in our town - there’s trouble on the street,
There’s trouble with the poor - there’s trouble with the elite.
Don’t call the police department - let the fireman sleep.
Let’s get on our knees to Jesus - and beg Him for his relief.

Caucuses, congress, politicians too,
Can’t do one-one hundredth of what God would like to do.
Don’t dial operator - don’t dial nine-one-one -
Just give a call to God’s chosen Son.

We’ve tried everything,
With the Lord we can do anything now.
All I want to do is sing
Praises for my Heavenly King