Misc Praise Songs - I love to hear it in my ears

^GI love to h^Dear it ^Gin my ^Emears, ^DThe m^Gusic on my p^Dhone, There’s ^Gcountry and some ^Crock and roll But ^Ghymns are dry ^D7old ^Gbones.

^GThere is just ^Dnoise as I ^Gwalk and ^Emsing ^DThe ^Gbirds their fears a^Drise A ^Gjoyful noise I ^Cdo not make Birds ^Gfly the friend^D7ly s^Gkies.

^GPraises from ^Dme God ^Gdoes not ^Emhear ^DMy e^Garbuds plugged in ^Dtight Don’t ^Gbother me its ^Cconcert time Willie’s ^Gon my phone ^D7ton^Gight.

^GJesus I ^Dspend some ^Gtime with ^Emhim, ^DEach ^Gweekend I’m at ^Dchurch, The ^Gpreacher prays, the ^Cchoir sings From ^Gmy phone a mus^D7ic s^Gearch.

^GO for a ^Dthousand ^Gtongues to ^Emsing, ^DWas a ^Ghymn we sang tod^D7ay, If W^Gesley saw how ^CI don’t sing He would p^Goint to feet ^Dof ^Gclay.

^GI am not ^Ddeaf, nor ^Gam I ^Emblind, ^DBut ^GI can act real ^Ddumb. To fa^Gil to share His ^Clove to all With^Gout Him joy ^Dwon’t ^Gcome.

^GO that this ^Dtongue His ^Gpraise might ^Emring ^DFrom a ^Gbroken soul like ^Dmine, I ^Gneed to say I ^Clove Him still, Faith ^Gin Him must be ^Dmy ^Gprime.

^GO For a t^Dhousand ^Gtongues to ^Emsing ^DLet m^Gine his grace pro^Dclaim I’ll^G sing and shout that ^Cpeople know Let’s all ^Gwork to fan t^Dhe ^Gflame.