There is a harmony of prayers that rise up to my ear.
It is the voice of my ones who know the gates are there.
Enter with words of faith that manifest to thanksgiving,
offer a gift of praise as honey on your lips.
I know the voices that rise each day,
as the sun lights up the skies.
And open are my gates of love for those who know my ways.
Come if you are faithful.
My temple is just beyond the gate.
Claim your rightful place,
on the plains of eternal grace.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving
and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name. Psalm 100:4 NIV