Scarlet Robe Creations

Jesus Bearing the Cross - James Tissot Lord, you did this for me, a cross, a crown of thorns, whipped in a courtyard. Lord, you did this for those I love, my family, friends, those who fill my prayers. Lord, you did this for my neighbor, the one who says good morning, if we pass on the street. Lord, you did this for my enemies, the one who strikes me, the one who slanders, the one who condemns me for believing in you. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Father, forgive them, they know not what they do. Hammer, spikes, a tree lifted up, a helmet of thorns piercing His flesh. Gentiles given authority by their creator. Political pawns who may one day see what they have done. Truly I say to you, today you will be with me in Paradise. A thief, one thrust upward, beside the son. A lost sheep, rescued from his wandering. A promise of eternal life, for asking. Woman behold your son.  Here is your mother. Compassion,  even in the hour. A trusted companion, a son of thunder. The one who leaned close, deeply troubled, and asked about betrayal. My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Jesus quotes a psalm from of old. A song of prophecy a poem describing every wound He has chosen to bear. I thirst Mouth dried, tongue thick, He has eaten the dust of creation. Just one swallow of water, but sour wine is offered, to quench. It is finished. A ministry too short, the serpent strikes the heel. Death ends suffering for the afflicted, for the o...

  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

Come to the wood, it has grown mighty. Strength of youth standing upright against the winds of seasons past. And the tree is brought to the earth by those who will use its fiber for purposes beyond life. Axes, sharp swings chopping into the bark then deeper beyond the flesh, to the marrow. Two limbs are taken from the body and are tied one across the other. Wooden arms able to cradle life until it is drained from one who has brought life into this land. copyright 1996 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

He picked up two handfuls of steel spikes from the bench.  With calloused hands he placed all but one in the leather pouch he wore around his waist.  He felt the forged body of the single nail, knowing its purpose, being an instrument of its purpose.  The sharp point at the end of the tool he placed against the delicate flesh at his wrist, between two blood vessels.  Briefly he heard the cries of agony and a shiver coursed through his bones. He placed the spike with the others and tested a hammer on the bench for weight.  The tools of his trade, hammers and nails.  He built nothing and he destroyed much. "I heard they have three prisoners for your crew today," a voice behind him said.  He turned to face the deep baritone.  An old friend graced the threshold between the two rooms of his home. "Had two... and then they added another." "All criminals, no doubt," the friend added. "Two are thieves.  The other is some kind of politica...