Vespers

This returning march seems parallel to that God's choosing am impelled to wile away all losing not some instanced recognize! The gifts I sought excelled are fully given not excise, my heart sure ridden with concise delivers that injustice realize! Now nothing new can compromise my faith so driven with demise, my soul forgiven knows its size, no more the loft impersonating lies! Return to pathways hidden, so advise enumerating virtue, nor implies I ask again for hope as truth complies ~ it is my vespers keeping . . . Godly tries!