Scarlet Robe Creations

You lift me up. Setting me high above those who doubt. Your strong hand and arm keep me sturdy. You have given me victory while others fell in defeat. Those who say You are false, a tale refrained by the weak, are dust and bone. I am spirit, able to follow Your breath into the fields of battle. Mighty Lord, Your strength protects me. I am preserved by Your will. You lift me up, for it is what You intend. You are the tree beneath the limb and I am barley a leaf. Copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr  

Honestly, I yearn for spring, but the white lace of a March snow storm purifies the moment and I am willingly lost in a world of snow covered branches and white pine trees. Purity wipes clean the imprint of past days. What once was gray, brown and black is presented once again, renewed. Honestly, I long for the color green, not of monetary values, but of nature's blessing. Leaves to adorn trees and shade meadows. I am eager to inhale spring air and witness winter's passing. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr

Praise Him for He has brought us from low places to the high. He has embraced the sinner cast out by the righteous. Praise Him for He has sat at table with the unacceptable. He has touched the untouchable and forgiven the unforgivable. Praise Him for He carries every cross of every seed sown by His Father. His blood washes our garments white as fresh fallen snow. Praise Him for He is the Lamb, sacrificial, nailed to an altar of splintered wood, forsaken by those He loves.  copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr 

Christ Instructing Niccodemus - Crijn Hendricksz He comes to Jesus under the cloak of darkness.  He is fearful, pulling his garment over his head.  He peers at the ground, hoping to be unseen, like the poor and unrighteous.  But he has wealth and he understands the scriptures.  Most in his sect would not support his desire to speak with the itinerant preacher.  They had heard some of the Rabbi's teachings and did not approve.  He did not want to feel the stares of ridicule or listen to their words of mockery. So he waits until night and then slips into the street where the darkness will absorb him into its anonymity. He has heard much about this Jesus.  His words hold authority.  He has captivated the lonely, the diseased, those who have never considered themselves worthy of hearing.  He speaks of God in a way alien to the scribes.  He shares the scriptures as if they are alive, and are not just symbols scratched onto papyrus....

The Crucifixion, seen from the Cross , - James Tissot Lord, I come before you with blemishes I can never wipe away. My sores have festered and bled. The pit yawns for my flesh. The flames, eager, that I might be cast into their dancing tongues. Lord, I come before you stained. I am at the table, farthest from you, waiting for the master's crumbs. My wealth is spent on vices. My youth is corrupted by temptation. You, Oh Lord, are the only hope I have. Yours is the only promise keeping me from the flames. Your blood on a rough cut beam of wood cleans every blemish, every scar, if I but believe and turn to Your embrace. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author