The huddled masses wavered,
they stood on the edge of share,
wondering - if they dare to care.
From the depth of darkness,
they heard a woeful sobbing cry,
listen to me humans, I'll tell you why.
In days of glory, reaching for a star,
there never was any wee doubt,
my human spirit would go afar.
Then misfortune stuck her ugly blow,
my fall from glory - sudden and swift,
nor any human from my depth would lift.
So if you stand and continue to waver
and are not counted among the few,
one day here with me, you may be too.
And now HIS hand reaches upward,
a friends misfortune becomes your cry,
this is advocacy, now you know why.
Nor should we trod a lonely dusty road,
without a friend close at our side,
for in an advocate, our Lord doth abide.
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