HOME | BIBLE STUDIES & SERMONS | ABIDE IN CHRIST | SEARCH | CHRIST IN O.T. | PERSONAL GROWTH | LINKS | FEEDBACK | DEVOTIONAL

 

Rex H. Henderson

 Psalm XI

" To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David. In the LORD put I my trust: how say ye to my soul, Flee as a bird to your mountain? For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart. If the foundations be destroyed, what can the righteous do? The LORD is in his holy temple, the LORDíS throne is in heaven: his eyes behold, his eyelids try, the children of men. The LORD trieth the righteous: but the wicked and him that loveth violence his soul hateth. Upon the wicked he shall rain snares, fire and brimstone, and an horrible tempest: this shall be the portion of their cup. For the righteous LORD loveth righteousness; his countenance doth behold the upright." (Psalm 11, KJV)

 

PSALM XI

 The Best Refuge

 Amid the wiles of persecution,
David has found a safe asylum
From the enemies and his doubters,
And to this place they will not come.

But earthly counselors suggested
Flying to the mountain for a break,
But the enemy waits with drawn bows
Why risk life when itís at stake?

God hadnít turned aside. He was
In His holy palace scrutinizing
The works of men, and is aware
Of their schemes and uprising.

 The trial between the two classes
Show that the righteous are tried,
And proved, but the wicked are
Found to be like base metal.

Their end will be fire and burning sulfur.
Unlike wrath, there is the blessed hope,
For the upright shall see Godís face,
And man in trouble need not grope.

(c) Rex H. Henderson 2003

  Index of Poems      Next Poem

HOME | BIBLE STUDIES & SERMONS | ABIDE IN CHRIST | SEARCH | CHRIST IN O.T. | PERSONAL GROWTH | LINKS | FEEDBACK | DEVOTIONAL