Scarlet Robe Creations

Have mercy, a sinner, a thief unable to withstand the nails of his crime. Have mercy, I betray, I deny, I kneel in your sight knowing I have eaten the fruit. Have mercy, no other way for the wretched to come before you and touch the wound in your side. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

You exist on the brink of life. What will become rests on the decision of another. How could one squander the gift? What is it now, perhaps just a cluster of cells, the world's view, nothing more than an inconvenience? Or maybe a gift offered by the hand of creation. There are excuses, many. Some show where your heart truly lies. Others show the Godly desire to hold the tiny hand of your child in your own. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

It's about grace. A power that gains strength in weakness. It's about turning the belief of those who see into a tapestry witnessed by the sightless. It's about a conquest for the soul of man fought with the blood of love. It's about grace. A blessing sufficient for those of faith. It's about the lost being found and the self-righteous floundering in their piety. It's about a barren tree where a body had hung, flesh now risen, and alive. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

A prayer whose true purpose is love. A prayer with an outcome unaided by human hands. A prayer asking to count the hairs on the head of someone adored. A prayer with outcome undeserved. A prayer with realization I am unworthy to ask. A prayer that despite my sin His will be done. A prayer an offering repetitive. A prayer when there are no sheep or doves in my temple. A prayer when the only answer is to love. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

  Bound by chains, enslaved, submissive to demons of our own design. Crying out when He walks past, knowing He is our only hope. Chains of sin. Chains of hopelessness. He stands before us, outstretch palm, wounded through flesh and bone, raised. "Be gone," He says. And we make the choice, to toss the chains at our feet and walk in His wake, or refasten the bonds around  our wrists. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord Isaiah 1:18 Come, let us reason. Let us come together, creator and created. You have walked a road with out light. You have strayed from your guide. You are a lamb influenced by wolves. Come, let us reason. Let us gather at a sacred place, father, son, spirit, believer. You have deceived and slandered. You have painted your souls with sin. You are a lamb, sullied by the dirt of the field. Come, let us reason. let me embrace you once again, a loving father, a prodigal child. I will wash away your scarlet stains. I will make you white as snow. I will cleanse the dirt from your garments and welcome you home. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Landscape with Moses and the Burning Bush - Domenico Zampiere (1581 - 1641 ) Pray for those who spoke the name 'I Am' from captivity. Those who have suffered without a home. Those who have been enslaved by diverse cultures who sought to destroy their name. Pray for those who have heard the prophets and painted lamb's blood on their doorposts so the angel would pass. Pray for our brothers and sisters who lower their heads and speak to the one God. Open the hearts of their enemies, for no hatred is of God, only condemnation. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Sing, when all others have gone silent. Sing, words of your persecution. Sing, syllables appealing not to man. Sing, when you are told to be silent. Sing, when the archer's arrow flies. Sing, when the temple is left in ruin. Sing, when praise is your last breath. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr.

 Inspired by a lyric in a song by Joe Wise, 'Lord, Teach Us to Pray'. Separate. We stand divided, skin tones, creeds, right to life, the meaning of Communion. We have bowed down to the desire of the media, of politicians, religious authorities and the evil one. Were we ever one? Were we ever on the same shore? Maybe once we were more tolerant and the river between us wasn't as wide. Maybe once we had faith. Separate. We are tearing ourselves asunder, at what gain. If you listen can you still hear Him, or has His voice diminished among culture's raucous scream. Has His voice been filtered out by hate, and the lack of love. Lord, teach us to pray, while we still have time to kneel. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

They are not yours. Do not think such. They are entrusted. They are brought to you,      so you might nurture. Do no harm. Leave your pride bound up. They are your focus. It is like this with all gifts. When I bring another into your life,     a child,          a spouse, give your all,     or you will have nothing. They will always be mine,     just as you are mine. They will return to me     unblemished... if you simply love. copyright 2024 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Inspired by a line in Mike Pinder's song 'Have You Heard' Recorded by the Moody Blues, on the album 'Threshold of a Dream' Scatter good seed in the fields. The line of a song stays in my mind for days. Have you heard? The song writer asks the question. I have listened to the melody. I have sung the words in beat with the spinning disc of vinyl. But have I scattered seed, and is any of it good. It's odd, how the focus of my mind holds on to those worlds. The rest of the song, though beautiful and prophetic, doesn't strike me today, as those words do. Scatter good seed in the field. Sometimes I need to remind myself that these words are seed. They can bring out good, or evil. It is a matter of how they are scattered and where they land. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Come, there is a teacher you must hear. He is patient. He gathers his students in fields and speaks to them of profound truths. Come, those who gather a deep kinship. You may stumble with his teachings, but you need not fail. He offers endless chances for you to get it right. Come, He answers any questions you ask. He heals your doubt, and if you turn away because his truth is hard He will accept you when you return. Come, He offers you a place to rest. He brings nourishment, fish and bread, and if you are one who stands beside him in the end You may share his wine. Come, Many have. Many have sat where you consider sitting. Many have listen. Some have heard. Some have even called him by name. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

He was there, unexpected. The moment wasn't planned. He would never have chosen to be victimized in such a way. Still, he was run down in the street, like a rabid dog. They could have killed him right there, but that wouldn't be as much fun. Brought before a judge who had determined his fate before ever allowing the whip to strike flesh. He carried the beam, following the others. He fell, once. No one noticed.  No one cried. No one helped him with his burden. He wasn't loved. So how is it, that he is lifted up beside the one he never listened to? Never had the man's voice interrupted his plotting. Never had he listened to a parable, or even wondered why the religious fools called him a blasphemer. And then the third curses. He taunts the one Simon of Cyrene assisted. He taunts the one for who tears were shed. He's done nothing wrong. We deserve our fate. Those thoughts hold a siege on his painfilled mind. The words leave his mouth, unplanned. What is the worst they ...

But there is one light which shines through any darkness, one beacon guiding the way through any storm. You say doubt fills your heart and He says, “Come the lame are healed, the blind see and the poor have heard the Good News.” But there is one Bread which nourishes your soul, one grain of wheat broken, that all may be made whole. You say you’ve lost trust in a deceitful world, and He says, “Do not let your hearts be troubled, believe in me.” And there is one Lamb, one sacrifice for all sin, one without blemish washing you clean in His blood. copyright 2019 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Lead me to the light, where peace is in abundance and I can give glory to all creation. Lead me away from the shadows of despair, the harvest of greed and selfishness. Lead me toward Your radiance, a gentle guidance showing me the proper footfalls. Lead me where you have led those who chose to follow, without looking back, at the darkness from where they came. Lead me Lord, into the light of Your love, never failing despite my failures. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

And the Lord says, do not ponder the end. It will come when the fruit is ripe. For now, you must watch, be on the lookout and prepared. Do not say he will be here tomorrow, or on the day that follows. Only the Father is aware of the sun's course, the stars and the moon. Concern yourselves then with prayer, with loving the unloved, with feeding the hungry, supporting the broken and speaking this message to the world. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

Sing a song of praise, the vineyard is mine. I tend it daily and it's fruit shall be abundant, its goodness will overflow. For now, do not doubt my compassion, even when I have cause to anger. You, my children, are the branches and I am the vine. You wage hatred among yourselves. Battle over wars which are not yours to win. You scar the beauty of the plowed field with Abel's blood. Sing a song of praise, for I have not forgotten the flavor of each grape. You who are sour, you who are sweet, you who are blessed in my sight. When the summer is dry I cry tears of moisture and when the night is cold I embrace you to my bosom. Cling to me, flourish within the vine, merge with me, nurture yourselves on my kindness. The song you offer, be it one of praise. Some offer words to ravage, others offer lyrics of hate. Your song, children of the vine, must be of love. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P...

I need You Lord. I turn my face to the rain, asking to be cleansed, only You can wash away my impurities and transgressions, not the rain. ~ I need You Lord. My enemies, my fears, are defeated by Your hand, but the storms around me are of my doing, my own creation. ~ I need You Lord. Open for me, the garden's gates. Heal the wounds of serpent torn flesh and satisfy the emptiness in my soul. ~ I need You Lord. From the soil of the earth I call to You, in life and death. You are the essence of my every breath. You are my God. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

This world is a fortress for unbelievers. Those at the podium curse God and slander His word. They mock His decree, saying faith is outdated and intolerant. But the world has build its castles on sand. It has rejected the cornerstone which would have held firm throughout every storm. It has removed prayer from its vocabulary and peace from its heart. In fits of anger they curse the children of God, with words vile, while considering themselves to be righteous. But the justice of the Lord will prevail. His compassion will tear down the walls of sin, softening hearts of stone. Like a bride, or a virgin with lamp well lit, those who come out from beyond the fortress of the world will not be disappointed. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

All that I am, sinner, prideful, greedy. I am the one wandering from the flock, causing the shepherd to rescue a rebel. All that I am, pompous, self-righteous, arrogant. I am the one filled with thoughts of denial and betrayal. Still, He comes into my darkness and brings His light. All that I am, less than I am to be. He came to stretch His arms wide on a barren tree, because He loves me despite myself. copyright 2018 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author