Vestige
Your own concern, my own respect
so voluntary with adept
contingency, some verve its met
does see the evermore's beget!
I see you everywhere, my soul has kept
its vestige in pure grace, without funds left.
As honing nothing as in its own love leapt
has greater vision from bestow, God's deft!
Because my hands are clasped in wit
like magnets to concession's fit
and Holy intercession knits
a prayerful course, progressed acquit!
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