Scarlet Robe Creations

Have mercy on the sinner, Lord. Embrace the broken soul with Your love. Have mercy on the multitude that cries out. I stand in their midst. Have mercy on the sinner, Lord. The lost sheep who wandered from Your gaze. Have mercy on the one who struggles to return. I am struggling with the briars. Have mercy on the sinner, Lord. The one who doesn't know You during the trial. Have mercy on the ones who deny daily. I walk the road of denial. Have mercy on the sinner, Lord. Even the one who betrays Your blood. Help us to see the depths of Your forgiveness. Even when we are wrought with guilt. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Twelve. Those who walked in sandals, tattered, over dust and stone. A betrayer among them. A denier as well. One would die by his own hand, spilling his ransom like blood. Another would weep when the rooster crowed, and a time of emptiness was ushered in. Ten who stood in a room, afraid of every shadow, yet to witness the failure of death to gain victory, unsure in their hearts what the women had seen. One, absent, whose doubt caused him to touch, to impale his fingers in the wounds, before embracing faith. Twelve. Those who had tossed nets where they were directed, into an empty sea. Those who collected twelve baskets of bread and fish, after five loaves and two fish had nourished the masses. Those who had seen the blind see, the lame walk, sores heal, a prostitute sob. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Lord, I have tried not to deny You, but how often have I failed? Little tastes of sweetness which turn sour in my mouth. I hold the devils fruit in my hands and it burns my flesh. Have I taken You to places where Your love should never wander? Have I sent You off to tomorrow hoping to meet You there, because I was busy today. Have I chosen sins to ignore and scars to justify? Have I found passages of Your word to twist to my own? The wounds I suffer are not of Your infliction, they are of my own. Lord, denial is so close to being betrayal, brothers of a similar cause, but Peter offered repentance and Judas hung from a tree in Akeldama. Give me the humility of Your rock. Build upon me a foundation of faith, lest I become proud of my darkness like the one who was lost. copyright 2017 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author