I Love To Hear It In My Ears chords

[VERSE 1]
[G]I love to h[D]ear it [G]in my [Em]ears,
[D]The m[G]usic on my p[D]hone,
There’s [G]country and some [C]rock and roll
But [G]hymns are dry [D7]old [G]bones.

[VERSE 2]
[G]There is just [D]noise as I [G]walk and [Em]sing
[D]The [G]birds their fears a[D]rise
A [G]joyful noise I [C]do not make
Birds [G]fly the friend[D7]ly s[G]kies.

[VERSE 3]
[G]Praises from [D]me God [G]does not [Em]hear
[D]My e[G]arbuds plugged in [D]tight
Don’t [G]bother me its [C]concert time
Willie’s [G]on my phone [D7]ton[G]ight.

[VERSE 4]
[G]Jesus I [D]spend some [G]time with [Em]him,
[D]Each [G]weekend I’m at [D]church,
The [G]preacher prays, the [C]choir sings
From [G]my phone a mus[D7]ic s[G]earch.

[VERSE 5]
[G]O for a [D]thousand [G]tongues to [Em]sing,
[D]Was a [G]hymn we sang tod[D7]ay,
If W[G]esley saw how [C]I don’t sing
He would p[G]oint to feet [D]of [G]clay.

[VERSE 6]
[G]I am not [D]deaf, nor [G]am I [Em]blind,
[D]But [G]I can act real [D]dumb.
To fa[G]il to share His [C]love to all
With[G]out Him joy [D]won’t [G]come.

[VERSE 7]
[G]O that this [D]tongue His [G]praise might [Em]ring
[D]From a [G]broken soul like [D]mine,
I [G]need to say I [C]love Him still,
Faith [G]in Him must be [D]my [G]prime.

[VERSE 8]
[G]O For a t[D]housand [G]tongues to [Em]sing
[D]Let m[G]ine his grace pro[D]claim
I’ll[G] sing and shout that [C]people know
Let’s all [G]work to fan t[D]he [G]flame.