Scarlet Robe Creations

I watch Autumn leaves, floating through the breath of God, a dance of glory. Harvest colors praise, songs for the melancholy, crops are abundant. Dance mighty breezes, created for love and grace, His gaze is joyful. I watch Autumn leaves, when November comes to roost, a child soon promised. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

I who stumble, with little weight on my shoulders. I who carry nothing close to your burdens. I who lift my beam with indignation, claiming my trial to be part of faith. You who dragged yours to a place of death, all the time loving those  who would pierce you. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

I need you. I need to see your face, reminding me that the follies of this world, full of momentary pleasures, are temporary. I need you. I need to hear your voice, speaking of the kingdom, the one you offered to this world when you came searching for your sheep. I need you. I need the embrace of your arms, holding me dispute blemishes, repulsive, loving me dispute the stains of my iniquity, and desiring me in all my wretchedness. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

The Lost Sheep - Alford Usher He is the only one who saves. He is the way, the truth and the life. He leads the way to the narrow door, and rescues the lost sheep. He is the shepherd, the one whose merciful love forgives, the one who stretched out his arms on a beam that we might be as snow. He is the one who follows the wandering soul. He holds out His pierced hand, giving us a chance to accept Him as He who loves our soul. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Jesus Preaching to the Crowd - Gustave Doré  Not all listened. Some heard a voice, but they didn't allow the seed to be nurtured, to take root in their hearts, those who felt their words had more bearing than His. Scribes, Pharisees, Sadducees and priests, those who learn at the feet of wisdom, unable to embrace thought contrary to their own, unable to nurture the words. Scribes, Pharisees, Sadducees and priests, the righteous who stain the streets, the pompous who beat their chests, white washed bones moaning from their tombs.  Still some absorbed the fruits, Fishermen, tax collectors and Harlots. Those who long for a kingdom of love, a kingdom of purity, and not a religion of laws. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Do not stand by the words of men. They are often flawed. They point to their way, not always His. They can become like those who tear their garments at Jesus' name, or those who pay homage to voices of denomination, and not the Word. Do not place your faith in a structure with doors locked. The spirit of the Lord has moved beyond. The veil is torn. He has shed blood and water, and He touches the brow of those who seek Him where no man's soliloquy of self speaks as Gospel. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Help us to pray for the lost, for we have walked in their midst. Help us to pray for those in darkness, for we have been unseeing and sightless. Help us to pray for those consumed by addiction, for we have tasted the bitterness of such fruit. Help us to pray for those who never sought you, for we, if not for your grace, are but wanderers. Help us to pray for those who would never pray for themselves,  for there are times when we have felt undeserving. Help us to pray for those who mock you with flags of pride, for we can often hate the sinner and ignore our own iniquities. Help us to stand up for you when the world slanders your name, for we have promised to do so and often have failed. Help us to face the light of your love, for often our lives are burdened with darkness. Help us to accept the depth of your mercy, for though we seek compassion, we often fail to recognize its presence. Help us to love, for our time is short, and you, my sweet Lord, are waiting with patience for eac...

Each word as a gift, one to never be fashioned on its own. Sentences of meaningful thought, some offer praise, some offer worship, others a prayer, or a story about a love, offered from the submission of a cross. Never could the words be sought were it not in His will. He has blessed each letter, a gift one could never earn, presented only to those who seek, those who say, mold my words, shape them as you desire. Thank you maker of days, word of light. Guide us to see the glorious amid the barren. Allow us to hear the song praising You, when the world seeks only itself  and the temptation to seek our own glory, not Yours. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

"Are you one of them?" I asked the stranger. He didn't give an immediate answer.  He came closer and asked, "Of who do you speak?" "Well, friend, your accent gives you away, and you are dressed like them.  I just made the assumption that you were in league with that party of wanderers who passed through just a short while ago.  If it is not so, sit down, kick the dust off your sandals.  The people of this village can be quite hospitable to newcomers when we are of the same mind." "Who were these wanderers?" the stranger said as he took a seat beside me on the stone wall. "Just a bunch of righteous fools.  You know how they think they are so much better than us.  You know, I heard that in a local town, one of them had a long talk with a woman who is of questionable morals... even by my standards." "A woman?" the stranger asked. "You got it, a woman.  Heard she's had herself three maybe four husbands.  I wonder, jus...