This is my tribute that I wrote the day of Tysons burial.
Today I had the honor and privilege of standing beside my Blackhorse family in a time of absolute heartbreak as we buried Tyson Blackhorse. Words can not express how much I wish I could take this pain away.
I've known Tyson since I was 14, we were just kids. 22 years, that's a long time to love someone, a long time to pray for someone. Over the years our lives took different paths and we stopped kickin it but we spoke over the phone and messanger. He would often reach out and tell me that he didn't want to live the life he was living, he often asked me how to find the peace of Jesus. Told me that me wanted to be free, he said he was scared to give his life to Christ because he knew that ment letting go of ppl that he loved. He often messaged me for scriptures and hope.
I'm so saddened that I won't get the chance to see him baptized and that he wont reach out to me anymore.
If Tyson was here to ask me one more time how to find the peace of Jesus, I'd tell him... at the feet of Jesus. I'd tell him to lay his burdens down at the cross, to not be afraid to walk away from those he loved so he could go back and pull them out. I'd tell him to grab Jesus's hand and be still. I'd tell him it's just a choice, and that that choice would be a new beginning.
I'd tell him once again,that if he were the only man left on this earth that Jesus would die all over again just for him.
I know your life was hard and that your heart was broken. I know that you wanted to be free from addiction and heartache. I know you called on the Messiah in your darkness. I know that its God's will that non should perish so I will hold on to hope that in your final breathyou met Him and that you accepted that peace and that your at rest.
I love you Tyson. Forever and always ❤️
