Psalms 123:1
1I lift up my eyes to you, you who sit in the heavens.
Eyes lift to the One enthroned in the heavens. Contempt below does not erase the throne above for the weary Ascents pilgrim.
Arminians urge this upward look as trust. The singer freely turns from scorn to the heavenly King who can show mercy to His people.
To You—enthroned in the heavens—I lift my eyes. Sovereignty frames the plea before mercy is even asked on the hard road.
The throne is occupied. Heaven’s King is not vacant while the proud sneer and the easeful pour contempt on earth.