Turning point [R.I.P. Charlie Kirk]

That last blow by the devil

It cut deep

It cut wide

world Saw the light leave his eyes

Like a river gone dry

Charlie Kirk’s name’s on the lips of the broken and torn

In the shadow of his passing

A new faith was born

Maybe it’s a turning point

Maybe it’s a sign

To dust off the old book and read the sacred lines

Too many lost souls

Crying out in the dirt

Maybe it’s a turning point

For all of us who hurt

Yeah …….rest in peace Charlie Kirk

Pews were half-empty

Now they’re full of the worn

Hands clasped together

Hearts weathered and torn

The preacher speaks of mercy

But his voice cracks and shakes

The world has become so sad

Maybe this turning point is what it takes,

The hymnbooks hum

The candles burn

A lesson in ashes

Another page to turn

Maybe it’s a turning point

Maybe it’s a sign

To dust off the old book and read the sacred lines

Too many lost souls

Crying out in the dirt

Maybe it’s a turning point

For all of us who hurt

Yeah ……rest in peace Charlie Kirk

But what of the wandering? What of the doubt?

What of the silence when the flame flickers out?

It’s a long road to reckon

A steep hill to climb

The clock keeps its ticking

Ignoring our time

Maybe it’s a turning point

Maybe it’s a sign

To dust off the old book and read the sacred lines

Too many lost souls

Crying out in the dirt

Maybe it’s a turning point

For all of us who hurt

Yeah…….rest in peace Charlie Kirk