The LORD sitteth upon the flood;
yea, the LORD sitteth King for ever.
The floods that wash away whole worlds are not deep enough for God to wade in. He sits upon the flood. He hovers above it, unphased by its current. It cannot sweep Him up, or away. It is not deep enough for Him to soak His toes, not even roast beef or wee-wee-wee all the way home.
The Lord is King for ever. He sits in His throne. His throne and His place on it are established. They are indomitable facts. He cannot be unseated and His seat cannot be undermined. Nothing can shake what He has fixed and nothing can hold on to whatever He shakes lose.
The Lord sat down after saying, "It is finished!" His work is perfect and complete and incorruptible.
Psalm 110:1
The LORD said to my Lord,
“Sit at My right hand,
Till I make Your enemies Your footstool.”
There He sits now as His enemies assemble like an ottoman. The floods that so disrupt our lives are but puddles over which He presides.
The Lord sitteth as King for ever. The floods are at His beck and call. Let us call upon Him.
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