Dennis Kearney
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 Him to set His feet.
Dennis Kearney
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 Him to set His feet.