Ann C. McCauley / January 31,1922 – December 24, 2012

This Christmas Eve marks the one year anniversary of the passing of a dear family member.  She now lives in eternity with her Lord.  Her words live on in her poems.  In her honor, I would like to share two of her poems.  She would have been delighted to share them with you as an early Christmas present.

 

We Walked Together

We walked along beside the sea

On sunlit shores like Galilee

And the peace I felt within my breast

Was of His own sweet quietness.

 

In silence we walked and often gazed

As white capped waves resound in praise

To God the Father, Creator of all

The sand, the shells, the white sea gulls.

 

The life in each creation blest

By love that flows in endlessness

And there I learned from Him Who gives

That same life in my spirit doth live.

 

Beside the sea we walked and walked

We didn’t speak He knew my thoughts

Cleanse me from all that’s dark and wrong

But fill my heart like the waves with song.

 

Let the Holy Spirit within me grow

As the mighty strength of the ocean flow

May all my thoughts created be

As the grains of sand designed by Thee.

 

My spirit let it freely soar

Like the gull above the ocean roar

In flight on winds which Thou hast blest

Until in thee I find my rest.

  

We walked along beside the sea

And the Truth of Life revealed to me

Like the ocean, the Water of Life is given

Seek Him, You’ll find that He has Risen.

 Ann Carhart McCauley ©

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Could I But Part With Self 

Could I but part with self

And yield my life to You

With faith and trust unbreakable

The way You’d have me do.

 

Could courage be my banner

God’s Word my daily bread

With which this weakened soul of mine

Would evermore be fed.

 

Could I but part with self

And let Your Spirit be my guide

My thoughts, my acts, my footsteps

Across this world so wide.

 

God help me part with my self-life

In truth to offer Thee

My self, this body, mind and soul

In work on earth for Thee.

 

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done

Your grace I seek to find

The way to give up self to Thee

Thy will, O Lord, not mine.

 

Ann Carhart McCauley ©

April 11, 1963