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!