For every kid who needed that voice: RIP Charlie Kirk

Wake up, Canada!

Where are all the poets? Where are all the songs? Where is the music? Where is your passion, your rage, your tears? Where are the crowds? Where is the patriotism, the red and white? Where is your soul, Canada? Where is your courage, your tenacity, your resolve, your love, your voice? Where is your fight for truth, for justice, for prosperity, for peace? Where are all the men?

Where are all the Canadian Charlies?

Listen to this powerful song and poignant lyrics below, by Diesel.

How dare they? by Diesel

This one hurts.

A young Christian man took a bullet for 
speaking his mind.
Name was Charlie.
Husband, Daddy, voice for the kids.
Lord, why’d it go down like that?

Stage lights cold as a winter rain,
one breath, one prayer, then the world went strange,
crowd froze up when the thunder cracked.
Truth on a mic and a life attacked,
he talked about hope and a storm and lane,
Bible in the heart and a promise in his hands.
But a shadow reached from a coward’s perch,
cut down a sun in the middle of church,
and I swear if the tables turned the other way.
Ya’ll know there’d be fires in the streets today,
But here we stand with candles and a folded flag,
begging God for mercy on the road we dry.

How dare they steal the breath from a faithful man?
How dare they stain the grass where his 
boots once stand?

They call us evil,
pointed at our cross,
then pull that trigger,
and wreck at no cost.

If it were theirs,
there’d be sirens and flames.
But we’re praying for truth
while we
whisper his name.

Charlie
We ain’t letting go of your hand.
Erika holding on to picture frame, 
two little hearts asking who’s to blame.
America’s weeping like a mourning dove,
when a voice falls silent that was speaking love,
he stirred up halls where the lion’s roar,
told young souls they were made for more,
now we kneel in the quiet where the echoes rain
and promise,
to carry what he came to bring.
If the shoe was flipped, you’d hear a different cry,
but we’ll choose the truth and we won’t reply.
With fire for fire,
Stone for stone,
We’ll stand for justice and we won’t back down.

How dare they steal the breath from a faithful man?
How dare they stain the grass where his 
boots once stand?

They call us evil,
pointed at our cross,
then pull that trigger,
And wreck at no cost.

If it were theirs,
there’d be sirens in flames.
But we’re praying for truth
while we
whisper his name.

Charlie
We ain’t letting go of your hand.
Let the share of pride in the truth come clean,
let the darkness face what it’s never seen.
We won’t forget and we won’t lose heart,
so in his mission where the fields are sparse. 
To every kid who thinks they’re alone,
take up the banner and bring it home.
Speak what’s right through the night feels long,
make your life the answer,
Make your faith the song.

How dare they steal the breath from a faithful man?
But grace still moves like the river can?
We’ll lift that cross,
we’ll guard that flame,
hold tight to hope,
and say his name.

If it were theirs,
they’d burn the town,
but we’ll fight with truth.
We won’t bow down.

Charlie
Your light keeps riding on.

For Charlie.
For his family.

For every kid who needed that voice,
we’ll carry it now.

Rest in peace, Charlie
Peace’s all out.