Selah Poem by devon da poet

O, I can rejoice, I can lift my hands, I can stand and say I'm a free man.
Selah, my worries are adjourned, my hurt and pain is over, and my afflictions are gone.
I can cry hallelujah, I can sing a psalm, I can shout Abba father, and I can hum a chant.
Free alas, there’s no more warfare, no more battles, no more fear.
I’ve matured through the persecutions, I’ve overcame the wiles.
I’ve restored my loss, I can forget the past.
I can now proclaim your name with confidence, worship in your presence.
I can say Salah. O Lord, how long have I been in torture and turmoil.
How long have I seen bizarre things and cruel smiles?
O, you’ve set me free, you heard my cry, and you’ve delivered me, selah.
The love you’ve showed me is substantial, the grace you gave is essential.
I can kneel and bow and give you praise.
I can lift my head up high towards the sky and say you are worthy.
Selah, I can write you name in my notepad.
I can inhale your refreshing smell.
You feel my lung with oxygen and my heart with nourishment.
Jahovah Elyon, your throne is like a tower, you seat on high.
Jahovah Rapher, your hands are like medicine, you heal my broken heart.
Jahovah Jireh, your rib is like Adam’s, you protect me.
Jahovah Shalom, you give me peace in my times of hardship.
El Shaddai, there’s no one mightier than you are. Selah.