Psalm 100

Make a joyful noise oh lands
Do not dwell in sadness
Come before His presence
And serve the Lord with gladness

For we are His children
Who were made by holy hands
We are God's own sheep
So praise Him all ye lands

Enter into His gates
With thanksgiving in your heart
Enter into His courts
May his presence ne'r depart

His mercy is everlasting
And His love it knows no bounds
Let the angels cry out His glory
And saints make heavenly sounds

poem by Frank McEleny
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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