Scarlet Robe Creations

A tear falls from my cheek to the body, wounded, anointed in death. For the father of this man loved our sinful world so much that he sent his only child into it, as vulnerable flesh, to die. His tomb is sealed by old men struggling to leave behind rituals of their birth. Lord, help me to awaken to your kingdom, to be born again not of my mother's womb, but of your spirit. copyright 2002 - Donald P James Jr  https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

  Standing in a crowd of mourning and jeers. The mast is raised high, waving in the breeze, over his nation, I srael. How I wish I had the courage to console those who cry out in His name, but my fears and sins of righteousness dominate me. How dark the day becomes in the hearts of those who You've chosen to walk among. Those who You've chosen to send out among the gentiles. copyright 1996 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author