An awe full rage

In my red down jacket, I feel blessed
So light  and warm I never knew  before
At last, I can  be soothed and be relaxed.

In the past, I took too many tests
Heard too much the lion’s angry roar
Now in my gay down jacket, I feel blessed

Though sorrow re-awakened in my  breast
And flowed into my inward, private core
At last,  I  feel that I can  better rest

In grief, an awe full rage has filled my chest
Later tears fell like the tsunamis on a  shore
But in my best down jacket, I feel blessed

I know my sin and fear not to confess.
But inward guilt is egoistic bore
I hope one day  for God’s eternal rest

I have not a judgement to declare
But wish to end the violent civil war
Be   true, be  free and you can feel you’re blessed
By reproducing love,  we are relaxed.