INSTRUMENT OF PEACE
Where there is hatred, let me bring love
Where there is doubt, let me bring faith
Where there is falsehood, let me bring truth
Where there is pain, I’ll comfort you
Where there is silence, let me sing praise
Where there's despair, let me bring hope
Where there is blindness, let me bring sight
Where there is darkness, let me bring light
And with these words I speak
Grant that I may not so seek
To be heard but to hear
To be consoled but to console,
Not to be seen, but to see
To be loved but to love
For when we give love we will receive
When we forgive love, we’ll find reprieve
It is in dying we’ll be released
Make me an instrument of peace
With sincere desire we thank all those who have come to our rescue these past few days. There are times in life when a tragedy strikes that tears a hole so deep and so wide in the lining of our soul, that it becomes difficult to stand without the support of others. May we continue to lean on your friendships, your love and your faith, until we can regain our strength... our days are long and our nights are short; we pray that the beautiful memories of Tristin will sustain us through the most difficult days that lay ahead.
Tristin created a world that was filled with love and energy. His kind and gentle spirit emulated a brilliant and dazzling light that can never be extinguished. Tristin had the ability to magnify the power of one through his love, his kindness and his actions. His goodness rolled over the lives of others, much like the waves of the oceans and we all found that we became better people to have been in his presence.
Tristin was a light and energy that touched the lives of everyone. As a family, we have chosen to celebrate his life through the precious memories of a magnificent son, brother, and friend.
We celebrate his laughter, his gentle hands,
his kind words,
his funny sense of humor,
his competitive spirit,
his physical strengths,
and his perfect ability to love others without boundaries.
It was a privilege to be in Tristin's presence. He had a magnetic charm that made people feel as if they were the most valuable person that ever lived and his gift came from a special place of genuine and pure love.
I believe that his spirit is here today to witness the abundance of love that he created in all of our lives and I dedicate these words to him.
Our Son
Tristin was the bundle of joy
That God sent to a family on Earth
And they cherished his bright countenance
From the moment of his birth.
That little boy with the loving arms
Wrapped so tightly around his dad,
Adores his older sisters
And the mother that he has.
But fifteen years is not enough
For a life that had just begun
And our empty arms are longing for
The boy we called our son.
Life goes on, some people say,
But our wounds are slow to mend
And the only peace that fills our souls
Are in the prayers that others send.
Today our tears are shed
For Brian and Heidi's only son
And we may never truly understand
The reason this was done.
But, in the quiet mortal hours
Tristin's spirit will fill the air,
And he will whisper gentle words of love
To let you know he's there.
And you will feel his very presence
Surrounding you each day,
For God will bless you with the knowledge
That your boy is not away.
Now, the journey may seem difficult
But trust the Master's plan,
Because God sent down a little boy
But He will give you back a man.
When one light is removed from a space, all the others must shine even brighter to make up for its absence. By Linda Sumner Urza, One fine day.
