One Immortal Prince

One Immortal Prince

“One Immortal Prince by Maisie Aletha Smikle

One Prince comes
Born in a stable
An army He did not bring
Throngs and arms He had none

Alone on a colt He comes
Humble and filled with Peace
One Prince comes to save the world
To save generations and spread goodwill

To save billions a Prince came
So people may abide in peace
All hail the Prince
The Prince of Glory

A Prince Immortal
Filled with holy power
Full of might
So fair and so bright

Like the stars
He shone
Radiant as the sun
Is the Son who comes on a colt

They call Him Emmanuel
They call Him Messiah
They call Him Rabbi
They call Him Savior

They call Him Prince
They call Him King
They call Him Master
They call Him Jesus

They call Him Christ Son of God
Prince of the Kingdom of everlasting Peace
Redeemer and Savior who makes completely whole
A world of shattered disheveled pieces”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

Wonderful God

O What a Foretaste of Divine Glory

You

“You by Maisie Aletha Smikle

You are loved
You are precious
You are marvelous
You are original

You are one of one kind
You cannot be cloned
You cannot be another
Only you can be you

No one can be you except you
Every nucleus fiber and muscle
Were weaved together by the Creator
In the shelter of the womb you were placed to grow

From cells you miraculously multiplied
Into organs tissues and bones according to the Master Plan
According to the Original Blue Prints
You were given finger prints like no other

You are indeed special
Not made in a hurry
Only two were made in a day
Neither of the two were you

God took months to mold you
Because you are undoubtedly special
You might get no visits
You might get no gifts

You might get no cards
You might get no wishes
You might get neither cash
You might get neither kind

Remember your gift of Life
More precious than coins silver and gold
God gave the gift of Life to you
Every single day you get this gift

You are indeed loved
To have been given the most precious gift of all
An incomparable gift like no other
A gift that's larger than wealth and treasure”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

Pinky Pig

 “Pinky Pig by Maisie Aletha Smikle

Pinky pig is big
Pinky wears no wig
Pinky likes to wallow
Pinky’s wallow makes her cotton white hair butter yellow

The butcher comes calling
Pinky started bawling
I ain't your bacon
I ain't your ham

I ain't no steak
I ain't no loin called Sir
Am just a pig
Called Pinky

Don't use me for steak
I take too long to bake
Am not fit for a cake
My life is at stake

But all you need is steak
Steak rare
Steak medium
Steak well done

See I ain't none
I ain't rare
I ain't medium
I ain't well done

It's the season
To be butchered and eaten
But I ain't your steak to bake
Am just Pinky the pink pig”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle

Rosebush

“Rosebush by Maisie Aletha Smikle

I am a flower
I am a thorn
I am beautiful
I am ugly

I can make you happy
I can make you sad
I can make you smile
I can make you cry

A rosebush I am
With aromatic titillating fragrances
Scented to warm the heart
And stimulate the senses

Like a coat of many colors I come
Adorned with needle sharp thorns
Designed to prick and puncture
For natural therapeutic acupuncture

My thorns the Master carried on His head
That pricked Him sore till He bled
A crown of rosebuds was withheld
A crown of thorns was used instead

Lovely beautiful prickly rosebush
Designed by God the Father
With thorns to make its stalks complete
Without which the rosebush would be incomplete

If one desires a rosebush
Be prepared for the thorns
For a rose is not a rose
Without its prickly thorns

The rosebush endowed
With its attributes intricately woven
Has proven not to deceive
But to intrigue mesmerize and hypnotize”

― Maisie Aletha Smikle