3. MEDITATION & MEDITATION
START BY WORSHIPING GOD. THEN PRAY THIS PRAYER: Father God, I come to You through faith in the shed blood of Jesus Christ for entry into Your presence, forgiveness, healing. Forgive me for ________. Holy Spirit, will You now fall upon me. Come fill my spirit, my mind, my will, my emotions, my sexuality, and every cell in my body with You. Melt away anything not of You. Thank You Holy Spirit. In Jesus' Matchless Name I pray.
Now find a phrase or verse to meditate on.
LOVER: How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eyes are doves. (1:15) I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys. Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women. (2:1-2) Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. (2:10) Arise, come, my darling; my beautiful one, come with me.” My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hiding places on the mountainside, show me your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely. (2:13-14) How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! (4:1) Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of incense. You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. Come with me from Lebanon, my bride, come with me from Lebanon. Descend from the crest of Amana, from the top of Senir, the summit of Hermon, from the lions’ dens and the mountain haunts of leopards. You have stolen my heart, my sister, my bride; you have stolen my heart with one glance of your eyes, with one jewel of your necklace. How delightful is your love, my sister, my bride! How much more pleasing is your love than wine, and the fragrance of your perfume more than any spice! Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride; milk and honey are under your tongue. The fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon. You are a garden locked up, my sister, my bride; you are a spring enclosed, a sealed fountain. You are a garden fountain, a well of flowing water streaming down from Lebanon. (4:6-15) Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. (5:2) You are as beautiful as Tirzah, my darling, as lovely as Jerusalem, as majestic as troops with banners. Turn your eyes from me; they overwhelm me. (6:4-5) but my dove, my perfect one, is unique, the only daughter of her mother, the favorite of the one who bore her. The young women saw her and called her blessed; the queens and concubines praised her. (6:9) How beautiful you are and how pleasing, my love, with your delights! (7:6)