Scarlet Robe Creations

  Into the vineyard, the one who prunes, He who strips away every branch that bears no fruit.   Into the vineyard, He who breaks away the dead growth and diseased saplings who have severed themselves from the vine.   Into the vineyard, the one who takes notice of every fiber in every leaf. He who knows His crop, as no other.   Live then, within the vine. Seek your nourishment and remain in the one sitting with you, whose bread and wine are of the same vineyard. copyright 2023 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author From the Collection:  According to John

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...