Scarlet Robe Creations

Come, you who have never felt righteous enough to seek me. Come, you who have covered your hearts in filthy layers of sin. Come, you who have nothing to offer in return. Come, you who have been cast out by the hour's religion. Come, you who struggle with the burdens laid upon your shoulders. Come, in your desperation to be loved. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr  https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author

The below is an expansion on a single stanza from a poem titled 'Come to Him'. This poem appears in the collection Pictures   of the Messiah  while proofreading I was compelled to make the following additions in italic, for this blog only. In the upcoming book the poem will remain in its original form. I am Levi, I have taken advantage of my downtrodden brethren.  I am Mary, I anointed Your feet and wiped them with my hair. I am the rich man, Finding it so hard to forsake my comfort and wealth   and the poor, Encouraged that You take note of me.   I am he who cries out in the dark valley, I am the single lost sheep You search for   and she who they wish to stone, Trapped in the fornication this world worships.   I will deny In my fear of criticism. and I will betray, Since in my mind my plan is foremost to God's  I will stumble and rise again, Because of Your unconditional love....

They throw a robe over His shoulders, these soldiers of a foreign creed. He does not defend Himself when they spit and swear. They crown Him with thorns of mockery and then lash His flesh open with their whips. He is humiliated and condemned, forced to carry the tools of His execution. He bleeds, He falls and new wounds are opened. The robe is wagered His hands and feet are bound. He is a criminal, born to die. And as He breathes His final breath all truth is laid out for the spectators. He loves them all. He forgives the soldier who swung the hammer. He forgives those who cast lots. He forgives those who forsake Him and He forgives those who condemn. Unwittingly, the hatred of the many has given love to more. And the grace that pours from His wounds will forever change the world. copyright 2016 - Donald P James Jr https://www.amazon.com/stores/Donald-P.-James-Jr./author