Psalm 11: The Refuge That Does Not Run
Everyone around David is giving him sensible advice: flee. The wicked have bent their bows, the arrows are on the string, the foundations themselves are crumbling — so run, little bird, run to your mountain. It is the counsel of perfectly reasonable despair. And David refuses it. Not because he is brave in any ordinary sense, but because he has seen something his advisors have missed: the Lord is in His holy temple. His throne is not in the mountains where the fugitives hide but in heaven, and from that immovable vantage His eyes behold and His eyelids try the children of men. There is something almost playful in that image — God narrowing His gaze the way a jeweler examines a stone, testing what is real and what merely glitters. The wicked may bend their bows in the dark, but they do so under a gaze they cannot escape. When the foundations are destroyed, the righteous do not flee. They look up.
00:00 In the Lord I Put My Trust
00:18 The Arrows of the Wicked
00:30 If the Foundations Be Destroyed
00:42 The Lord in His Holy Temple
00:54 His Eyes Behold, His Eyelids Try
01:00 The Righteous Lord Loveth Righteousness