A Still, Small Voice Chords by Bob Franke

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_ _ In a still small [Cm] voice, in the middle of the [Eb] night,
[Ab] Brother Martin heard the [Eb] simple truth, _ _ _ _ And he followed its pleading, [Cm] though it led
[Eb] To a crossroads [Ab] parting in the days of my [Bb] youth. _ _ _
[Cm] From the heart of my city [Eb] came a single scream,
_ And [Ab] I heard it through all the [Eb] white [F] _ noise.
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_ And the papers told me [Cm] that they'd killed the [Eb] dream,
[Ab] But they never [Eb] killed [Bb] the still [Eb] small voice. _ _ _ _
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_ All the lies come at [Cm] you in a million [Eb] ways, _ [Ab] Some you hear and some you [Eb] tell yourself, _ _ _
And they say that virtue is [Cm] a pile of [Eb] gold, And [Ab] that weapons are a nation's [Bb] wealth. _ _ _
[Cm] But when kings stand naked in [Eb] their ugly schemes, _ _ _
[Ab] Will the poor of this world [F] rejoice? _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ Will they sell their children [Cm] down a bloody [Eb] stream,
Or will [Ab] they listen [Eb] to [Bb] a still small [Eb] voice? _ _ _ _
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_ Now the one-eyed [Cm] bandit in your living [Eb] room _
[Ab] Will convince you that you have no [Eb] time. _ _ _
It will swear to take you on your [Cm] one free [Eb] ride
While [Ab] it's looking for your last [Bb] dime. _ _ _ _
[Cm] _ But the light of [Eb] heaven is a simple gift,
_ _ You can [Ab] see it when you make that [F] choice.
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It will shine like riches in [Cm] your inmost [Eb] heart,
And it [Ab] will [Eb] speak in a [Bb] still small [Eb] _
voice.
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_ Oh, the sky will open when [Cm] the trumpet sounds,
[Eb] _ And [Ab] the thunder will shake [Eb] these walls.
_ _ And these stones, so silent [Cm] as they ring us [Eb] round,
They will [Ab] shatter when they hear that [Bb] call. _ _ _ _
[Cm] And these chains will clutter [Eb] when they hit the ground, _ _ _
[Ab] And the people make a joyful _
[F] _ noise. _ _ _
[Eb] _ But when my lover [Cm] comes to call me [Eb] home, _
[Ab] It will [Eb] be [Bb] in a still [Eb] small voice. _ _ _
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