DENNIS KEARNEYYour influence, my friend, has gathered head—To east and west its tides encroaching spread.There'll be, on all God's foot-stool, when they meet,No clean spot left for God to set His feet.
Your influence, my friend, has gathered head—To east and west its tides encroaching spread.There'll be, on all God's foot-stool, when they meet,No clean spot left for God to set His feet.