I Dare You

I watch the news every night—and yes, sometimes I end up yelling at the TV, depending on what’s being said. It’s hard not to get frustrated when you hear things that are so inaccurate, so far from the truth.  

But at the end of the day, I remember who’s truly on the throne. God is in control of everything that happens, even when it feels chaotic or unjust.  

Still, there are moments when I just need to write out my frustrations. And it’s funny—because every time I do, God gently reels me back in. He reminds me of His perspective, His sovereignty, and His grace.  

That’s the heart behind the poem that follows.

I Dare You

Those of you who claim you cannot speak,  

That the First Amendment has grown weak,  

That freedom is gone in this land—  

I dare you! Why not take a stand?

How many of you would boldly go  

To a conservative college and share what you know?  

Would you navigate hatred, endure the heat,  

And still choose dialogue over retreat?

I dare you to go on Hannity and teach,  

If your truth is real, then rise and preach.  

But how many times have you been asked to debate,  

Only to decline, dismiss, or hesitate?

There’s a difference between Charlie Kirk and his crowd—  

They stand with courage, humble, not proud.  

They don’t burn buildings when they feel wronged,  

They pray, hold vigils, and remain strong.

Will you stand for God when no one else will. 

When values are mocked will you stand still?

Would you dare to put your life on the line?  

Charlie Kirk did—time after time.

He didn't spend time hating he just spoke truth

He had a heart to open the eyes of our youth,

Despite our colleges and their indoctrination

He gave a voice to young people across this nation. 

Fear was not in his vocabulary.  

He faced the haters, though it might be scary.  

So while you cheer his death and curse his name,  

We will not stand for your hatred and shame. 

We’ve received a call from our God on high  

To labor in truth till the day we die.  

And yes—we’ll pray for your heart to turn,  

For hatred is not where we yearn.

Go ahead—speak, say what you feel.  

But if your words inspire someone to kill,  

That burden is yours, and I pray it won’t come to pass.   

Yet sadly, my brothers, it already has.

© 2025 Sandra C. Johnson