Scarlet Robe Creations

Come to me, His voice is but a whisper softly, mingling with the noise of life. Come to me, a spoken promise to heal the wounds inflicted on each soul by this life. Come to me, step from darkness to light, toward He who illuminates the way  with love. Jesus Walking on Water - James Tissot Come to me, Lord of my salvation, help me pick up my cross and not reject it. Help me to carry my iniquity into the river of purification. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Christ Carrying the Cross - El Greco Is your cross heavy, does it strain your muscles to their limit? Does your cross come with a cane, or a chair with wheels? Is your cross an ailment of the body, or a crisis of the soul? Is your cross big, or are there many little ones? Is your cross an addiction, one which must be battled daily? Is your cross sadness or loss, or maybe depression? Is your cross an emptiness, a hollow void, seeking to be filled? Good shepherd, you have beckoned us to come to you, to step out of the shadows of life. Help us to carry the slivers of our struggles, knowing you are beside us always, carrying the world's salvation. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Heaven and earth collide, one step upon the mountains, the other among the clouds. The kingdom has come. It dwells in your heart. It dwells with those who offer a home. Heaven and earth collide. A tree is adorned with sacrifice. Son of the most high, offered for iniquities of this day and the next. God's only son begotten. To save creation from itself. Heaven and earth collide. A tomb filled with glory. Those in fear find hope, an everlasting song of praise sung in the devastation, peace be with you, as Heaven and earth collide. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Healing the blind man - Carl Bloch There is work that must be done, now, while there is still light. Darkness will come soon. It will bear the might of an empire and wear the cloak of rejection, on those chosen to bring forth the light. He is the world's light. He will walk through the dark valley and rise on the third day. The serpent will strike His heel, His wrists, His side. But the Father's light is eternal. Rise up, those of you who shield yourselves from the gaze of hate. Salvation has come, a bright star on a hill. He calls out, forgiving sinners and promising eternity to those who simply ask. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Turn from the darkness, the shadows of sin, the void that leaves you empty. Turn from sightless wandering, from deserts of iniquity, from barren wastelands. Turn to the dawn, the morning wakes, and the night is defeated. Turn toward a day, new, where light is victorious, and love is realized. Awake the dawn with the prayer of a new day. Awake the dawn with the hope of salvation. Awake the dawn seeking He whose tomb is empty. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Excruciating, crux of salvation, the scourging, the rough hewn beam, each fall to the hard clay, the struggle to inhale, the death of our sin. Roman torture, long and agonizing, metal balls tearing away flesh, down to the bone, thirst, and sacred blood on the wood. Excruciating, four spikes and the head of a spear. God became man and knew, every stripe, every soul, saved from damnation. copyright 2026 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author https://www.goodreads.com

Only He could have saved us, no one else. To think otherwise is folly, a foolish endeavor. We are not strong enough. We are weak, as He made Himself weak. We are in need, as He has come in fulfillment. The world says, "Be filled with the strength of self, be an individual who needs not a single prayer. Be free of all chains." Choose instead to bind yourself with chains of faith. Choose instead to lean on the beam of rough wood. Choose instead to be saved by He who already has. copyright 2025 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

I woke in the morning while the new day was in its infancy, and began searching for an item lost, yet never truly possessed. A pearl, a rare coin, a valuable asset to my soul. I had no illumination. Darkness ruled. Its prince holding me firmly in his grasp. Pulling me below the horizon. Into the shadows cast in dark corners. Existing only to defile the light. One ray of hope. One soft glimpse of morning light reaches the plain wall in the room in which my nights are spent. And in its glow I see hung from one rusted nail, my pearl, my rare coin, my salvation. copyright 2014 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author