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Psalm 100 | Christian Meditation | 3 Minutes Prayer| Devotional | BUD & BLOOM Series

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hello and welcome to the bud and bloom meditation series.

today we meditate on psalm one which encourages us to meditate on the word of the lord day and night. to start meditation, let’s begin with opening prayer in three parts which is to give thanks, pray for forgiveness and the pray with the Lord’s prayer.

Give thanks prayer

Heavenly Father, thank you for today, I thank you for Your lovingkindness, your goodness and faithfulness. I thank You for your peace, I thank you for your love, I thank you for Your grace, I thank you for Your grace, I thank you for Your mercy, I thank you for Your lovingkindness, You are a good good God and You have been good to me. So Lord, I give you thanks. I praise Your holy name. I worship You for who You are to me Oh God. You are the God who hears, the God who sees. The God who listens and the God who cares. The God who is with me, who has never left me and has never forsaken me. I thank you Lord and I worship you with all my heart, mind, soul strength. Help me to love you Lord and to love my neighbour as myself. In Jesus Name we pray.

AMEN

Forgiveness Prayer

Forgiveness prayer Lord, I pray for forgiveness of sins, I pray that You forgive me for all my sins.

The ones I have committed on purpose, and the one I have committed unintentionally.

I pray for forgiveness that Your lovingkindness and the blood of Jesus cleanses me from all my sins.

Lord I thank you for the power in the blood of Jesus.

I thank you for Your lovingkindness and faithfulness.

Forgive my sins, in the name of Jesus, we pray.

AMEN

THE LORDS PRAYER

Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,

Thy will be done in earth, as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.

And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil:

For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever.

Amen.

Psalm One Meditation

1 Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.

2 But his delight is in the law of the LORD; and in his law doth he meditate day and night.

3 And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper.

4 The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

5 Therefore the ungodly shall not stand in the judgment, nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous.

6 For the LORD knoweth the way of the righteous: but the way of the ungodly shall perish.

Lord, I thank You for your Word. In all my walking, may I walk in Your counsel Lord. In all my mediations, may I meditate in Your law. And in all my fruit bearing, may I be planted by the rivers of Your waters. AMEN

Lord, help me to walk in Your counsel. Let my delight be in Your Law. Help me to meditate and to do this day and night. Father plant me like a tree in the rivers of water so that I can bring forth fruit in my seasons. Let me not whither and let all I do prosper. AMEN

Read Psalm 1 again and see if any words resonate with you.

What does it mean to be blessed and what does the word counsel mean to you? To me, being blessed means favour, grace and mercy and the word counsel means to be taught with wisdom and to be guided with understanding.

Let think about verse 2- what does it mean to delight in the law of the Lord? Is it to read His word, is it to do His will joyfully, is it to understand the ways of the Lord? What does it mean to delight in the law of the Lord? Or is meditating day and night the first step?

Let’s look at verse 3

Heavenly father Lord, let me be like a tree planted by the rivers of water that brings forth its fruit in its season and let my root wither and let all that I do prosper. Let repeat verse three times.

1ST TIME “ And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper”

This time add I- personalise it to you And I shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in her season; her leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever I doeth shall prosper.

Finally, add your name And Hannah shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth her fruit in her season; Hannah’s leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever Hannah doeth shall prosper.

Final Prayer

Father whatever ungodly things I do in my life, please cleanse me from it and let Your Grace and Mercy transform me. let me be like the righteous. I commit all my ways into Your hands Lord so that you know them Lord and, let it be the ways of the righteous. In Jesus name, we pray.

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WORDS: clearing out the truths in my closet i find another. amidst the chaos and the calm, there drapes the dark woollen coat. persistently promising to always be in vogue. its length smiles at my older self its warmth laughs at my latter days its style larks at the former self its size beams in my early age telling me its elegance is grasped at a certain stage. yet we are sheared from the same black sheep. spun from the same yarn. cut from the same cloth.

the receipt kisses the grey laminated wooden floors. peeling the paper gently it reads The Black Sheep Café and my eyes envision the coffee darker than my caffeine tears and lighter than my milky fears sweet sucrose stirs heat into a mug and all lost boys and girls find their way there only for them to sit and stare absorbing the fabrications we built in our rented realm taking pictures of our dreams and cheating prose as poetry.

baa baa black sheep, your wool is now a heap? no world. no world. it’s not yours to keep.

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WORDS:

she asks herself and asks again. as her voice breaks like floral porcelains, she picks up the pieces. it hurts, it takes time. for the little pieces perforates and sinks into the hands like the painful memories. there she pulls the shards and plaster the wound. silence reminds her that she has been here before and how the plates has a habit of wilting on the kitchen floor.

he asks himself and ask again. should his words stutter, he picks the syllables from rhythm of his tone and let the syntax skid across his tongue like the pebbles he used to throw. as it dances across the ripple of the lake, he is reminded that the river need not look for the sea, but each meander finds its route. unless it is caught up in the drought or defied by the dam- a perfect enmity between nature and man.

ask themselves and ask again. should their actions decide to part itself into two- where one self has no idea of what the ideal self will do. they smile and affirm in front of the mirror and find solace in the things that they cannot change and accept that growth needs light. light transpose and once it shows, they will see the things that need change.  

but ask and ask again.

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WORDS: at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded   raining kerosene and paraffin trickles of oil lashed like lightning leaving imprint on wooden windows the flames upraising like an anthem and we asked our bloodshot eyes to stop chanting with smoke engraved in our parched coughing we watch the arid commodities burn with the heat. red spices and brown sugar turn to black ash no matches, no lighters but lulled flames the black ash swallowing red sand and brown water. the insatiable wildfire left us no choice but to watch its blaze soothe our wounds neighbours whisper like the cackling fire. omitting the etymology of the flames. at the dark red dusk, the monsoon flooded raining kerosene and paraffin and once it swallowed the house the desertion of debris and black ashes heaved like the husks of mangoes.

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WORDS:

a shame is coming, lurking over the horizon. it hisses, coughs and laughs. wanting its presence known. brewing in hatred for reputation refusing to revere character. on its arrival they tried to flee billowing into the distance swallowing galls of mistakes preceding this life was full an opportune to live recklessly laughing not crying yet flashbacks strike like lightening and shame held the bolt stomach upheaving electrocute emotions a story numbed search not for a heroine search for the moral but tis not a fable. ask restoration to call on each name gather together rebuking shame

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Examine the flailing weeks fold itself like paper; as it cuts the days, tucks in the minutes and creases the seconds. cocooning  into an origami of the things it strives for till it calls into the calmest crane. forgetting a thousand cranes brings luck but this one is troubled; creased by a thousand yet it doesn’t sink in its despondence but watches its skin assembles itself back from the scrunches of being cast aside. fingers exfoliate its bamboo paper and etch engraved pencil markings the calligraphy trembling on its page brings this crane back to reality trying to clear anxiety from its throat it hears the hands mocking its fear papers telling stories waiting to be spoken and recited it folds back into the corner like an origami crane with no wings nor luck, nor numbers but attempts and efforts with its constant strive to fly the folding hands ask questions speak solutions and it keeps folding and that was its derision because no matter how it folds not all crane take form look at its crease and when you look- please renew take new paper for yourself

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WORDS:

vacuum             darkens the mind. with the skin pleading against the light, there the sears of charcoal                           singe the barren skin and kerosene     swims into the blisters. the scratch of the                        match becomes, the last melody she hears. ashes to ashes,                death whiplashes and the final breath rises with the smoke.

the husks of the burning body             discarded under         the stellar night echoes to echoes there her silence   reverbs                               across the land. exhaling aridity on soil, the mist danced to wilt the crops. accusation chants and chime what was your crime?

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WORDS: i. my word is a heron trying to swallow its fish but the bare bones spike against the bitter bills. across the hill over the black lake drowns the words that i cannot say.

ii. so i find solace in echoes of the sky but do not seek the lineage call for the clouds swallow softly when they bellow into new form.

Iii. yet, the wilting white soil avows crumbling bitterness into the lake but the vision is still crystalline of things courage cannot say.   SOCIAL MEDIA: Twitter: https://twitter.com/iHannahWilliams/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ihannahwilliamsxblog/ BLOG: https://ihannahwilliams.com/

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WORDS: 

at 3.am the news wades on the white Calla- lily porch each held breath prays probing for the serenity of the things that yesterday cannot change.

the opulent ivory door laments for the two pulsating hearts denying rational thoughts as silence slays the hope of going back to sleep whole.

no longer wading its presence satiates the room and consciously it slices the truth leaving scratches on the marble tops with residues of tea in the porcelain cups

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