the Fourth Week after Easter
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Daily Devotionals
Our Daily Homily - Volume 2
Psalms 91:9—Thou, O Lord, art my refuge. (R.V.)
The structure of this psalm is often obscured. It begins with the announcement on the part of the chorus of the general truth that to dwell in the inner place of fellowship is to abide under the protection of Divine Power.
Twice the psalmist speaks. In the second verse we hear him saying:—
"I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress,
My God in whom I trust."
In the ninth verse he breaks in again:—
"For Thou, O Lord, art my refuge."
And each profession on his part is followed by the outburst of the chorus with an enunciation of all the blessings which most certainly will accrue.
In the last three verses [Psalms 91:14-16] God Himself is introduced, assuring his child of all that He is prepared to do and be. Have you ever said definitely, "O Lord, Thou art my refuge"? Fleeing from all other, have you sheltered in Him from the windy storm and tempest, from the harrow by day, and pestilence by night, from man and devil? You must avow it. Do not only think it, but say it. Keep saying it because it is true, rather than because you feel it to be true. Not only in the midst of sympathizing friends, but in hours of loneliness, desertion, and opposition.
In a farm, in which I am interested, we have an incubator, the artificial heat of which hatches hundreds of little chickens; but there always seems a great lack in their lives—no mother’s call or wing. They invariably remind me of those who have not sheltered under the wing of God.
