Scarlet Robe Creations

Woman of sorrows, mother of purity, who has seen nails and wood meant to tear down life, attempt to crush God's covenant, an unknowing folly, the murder of her son.  Sorrowful woman, standing in tearful witness to the scars inflicted by the pompous serpents of this world, upon the one she bore in her womb, the child awaited, and nurtured in infancy. Mother Mary, a sacred heart broken. In fulfilment of prophecies, you are His mother, and He who dies for the world's sin on a Roman cross, is your son. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Do not walk alone, along the road, the road of heaviness, the road that drags you down, leaving deep scars. Do not walk alone, down crumbled byways where the sun bakes flesh, pieces of granite lie underfoot, and your cross cuts into your shoulder. Do not walk alone, a lost sheep afraid of wolves, the blemishes on your soul. Hear the call of mercy and follow the voice. Do not walk alone despite having strayed. There is a shepherd, one divine shepherd, who guides the way with His mercy. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Unforgiving Servant - Domenico Fetti A wicked servant, coming before the Lord on his knees, begging for a debt he can never pay to be wiped clean. A trespass the dearly beloved son has paid in full. A wicked servant, much like many of us, pleading for mercy from a wrath we deserve, fearing the justice of a penance we can never pay. A wicked servant, demanding the iniquity of his debtor be paid to the last ounce, when forgiveness has been bestowed upon him. The wickedness of mankind, even when his creator has been merciful. Forgive us, Lord, our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Come to me, His voice is but a whisper softly, mingling with the noise of life. Come to me, a spoken promise to heal the wounds inflicted on each soul by this life. Come to me, step from darkness to light, toward He who illuminates the way  with love. Jesus Walking on Water - James Tissot Come to me, Lord of my salvation, help me pick up my cross and not reject it. Help me to carry my iniquity into the river of purification. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

The Lord's Prayer - James Tissot Our Father… Speak to Him with intimacy. Speak to Him prayerfully, just as Jesus instructed his disciples. Our Father… Words that draw the soul toward its home, and the sinner to forgiveness. Our Father… An offering to make holy everything that is of Him, who our souls seek. Our Father, Our loving Father… …pray these words, and know you have been in communion with He who created you. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Christ Carrying the Cross - El Greco Is your cross heavy, does it strain your muscles to their limit? Does your cross come with a cane, or a chair with wheels? Is your cross an ailment of the body, or a crisis of the soul? Is your cross big, or are there many little ones? Is your cross an addiction, one which must be battled daily? Is your cross sadness or loss, or maybe depression? Is your cross an emptiness, a hollow void, seeking to be filled? Good shepherd, you have beckoned us to come to you, to step out of the shadows of life. Help us to carry the slivers of our struggles, knowing you are beside us always, carrying the world's salvation. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

James Tissot - The Caravan of Abraham A nomadic people,  wandering desert and plain, forbidden from the garden. The descendants of one man, kin of one who submitted and ate the fruit of knowledge. A nomadic people, knowing good from evil and pleasure from sadness. One man given a promise that the stars will be his, when generations have grown weary. A nomadic people, fathers of those to come, those who will wander as they do. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Right with God, are we, when it matters most? The penitent thief asked for mercy in his final hour, humbly without pride. Will the opportunity be offered to us? Right with God. We know when we're not. We know when we've turned away, choosing to hear the world's obtrusive noise. Let Jesus in, past all the barriers not wearing his name. Let His light shine through, prejudices of more than race, with His mercy, unfathomable. Right with God, in His merciful gaze, dancing like children, forgiven. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

What is there about his words? Is it simply the phrases spoken, or is it perhaps, the voice as well. He speaks as if these words are his, as if he is the one who wrote them on the scroll.                       ~ Do demons recognize holy words, when spoken by a sacred voice? The authority of the eternal one is present. Listen and you will hear. In his speaking everything has been fulfilled. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com