Christian Coloring Pages
& Scripture Printables

The face of Christ breaking through gold leaf and thorn, the way the shirt wears it. One heart, one soul, one people who held nothing back.

Lord and Master, set in a playbill frame the way the shirt sets it. Abraham's first word for the God who kept the promise.

God Almighty, cut as a crest. A crowned shield, a mountain inside it, and the name that answered a man with no children left to hope for.

The Lord will provide. A ram caught in the thicket on the mountain, and the knife that never came down.

The Lion of Judah and the Lamb who was slain, stacked in one framed panel. Worthy is He, twice over.

Unto us a child is born. Crown, dove, and a title that outranks every other one printed on a shirt.

Breath, wind, Spirit. The one word Genesis uses for the wind that moved over the water before anything else existed.

Christ crowned in thorns inside a lily frame. His compassions fail not, and they are new every morning.

The stained glass version. Every pane is its own shape to fill, and the dove at the center is the one you will save for last.

The engraved plate. Christ in a scrolled cartouche with a dove at His shoulder, drawn the way an old book plate would have carried Him.

The cross on the hill inside a rose border. Greater love hath no man than this, and He said it before He did it.

Arise, shine, for thy light is come. A crowned Christ and a sunrise behind Him, worth the whole hour it takes.

A just man falleth seven times, and riseth up again. The banner shirt, redrawn so you can fill it in on a hard week.

The righteous are bold as a lion. A geometric lion head built from clean facets, the fastest page in the library to start and the slowest to finish.

Hope that is seen is not hope. Christ's face dissolving into a dove taking off, for anyone who refuses to quit.

The house crest. A cross on a shield, laurel on both sides, and the line that means glory to God alone.

King of kings, Lord of lords, set like a varsity banner. Big open numerals, and a crown that earns the top of the page.

Worthy is the Lamb. The Lamb standing on the altar with the banner staff, drawn the way a woodcut would have cut it.

It is finished. The crucifixion in an old engraved frame, with roses at the foot of the cross and two who stayed.

The Spirit descending like a dove. Wings all the way open, water underneath, and a flame at the bottom of the page.

They shall be called the children of God. A dove with its wings thrown wide inside an olive border, and doves in every corner.

Praise the Lord, all ye nations. Two angels holding a crowned crest, and enough filigree to lose an evening in.

Christ enthroned with the open book, drawn as an icon in a gold-leaf grid. The oldest way of picturing Him, given back to your pencils.

The beginning and the end, with the face between them. An icon panel where the halo is the best part to fill.

God with us, and the cabin light still on at the far end of the valley. The one page here with no face in it, and the one people finish first.

We wrestle not against flesh and blood. Two open hands lifted, and a single star above them.

A full wildflower wreath with an open center. The softest page in the library, and the one to hand somebody who is getting married.

Beauty for ashes, printed like a tour poster. Big letterpress slabs with room inside every one of them.

By our love. A revival handbill with script across the middle and a starburst behind the whole thing.

As for me and my house. A quartered shield with a lion, a lamb, a cross and a thistle, one quarter at a time.

They shall mount up with wings as eagles. Every flight feather is its own shape, and there are a great many of them.

The old crest, drawn properly. Crown, cross, thistle and lamb, and filigree in every direction.

We love Him because He first loved us. Three stacked words, a dove above them, and a heart on either side.

I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills. A single peak with a cross on the summit, and nothing else fighting for the page.

Let every thing that hath breath praise the Lord. Big carnival letters with a Bible, a cross and a trumpet stacked around them.

Behold, I come quickly. Clouds rolling across the bottom, a sunburst behind, and two words you can fill in slowly.

The seventies poster version. Curling psychedelic letters in a floral frame, and no straight lines anywhere.

If the Son therefore shall make you free, ye shall be free indeed. A dove above two words, and scrollwork holding all of it up.

I have called you friends. The framed holy-card version, borders and all.

The screen-print version. Flat bold shapes, a halo like a record, and letters big enough to go wild inside.

The worn seventies tee, drawn clean. A sunburst halo and a banner underneath.

Ought himself also so to walk. A cassette with the label blank, so you can write on it before you color it.

The old roadside pump, unlimited mileage, never empty. Straight lines, round dials, and a hose that curls.

The motel sign with the light still on. Bulbs all the way around, and every one of them its own circle.

Four panels, four letters, four colors you get to choose. The simplest layout here and the most fun to plan.

Did not our heart burn within us. A flaming heart, and no words at all to get in the way of it.

The three in the furnace, and the fourth one standing with them. But if not, we still will not bow.

When thou passest through the waters. Fire on the top, water underneath, and the promise that holds in both.

The waters stood up like walls and the people walked out on dry ground. Two towering waves and a road between them.

Thou comest to me with a sword, but I come to thee in the name of the Lord. The giant already falling, and the boy still standing.

Hope as an anchor of the soul. A ship with a cross for a mast, the sun behind it, and the water holding it up.

The singers went out before the army. A full-rigged ship under every sail she has, and rigging you can follow line by line.

The walls came down at a shout. A tower breaking apart into blocks, and every block is one more thing to fill in.

The word in the middle of a full garden. Roses, peonies and eucalyptus all the way around, and hours inside it.

Roses in the corners and a moth with its wings open behind the word. Deep, dark, and entirely up to you what color it goes.

The baptism of Jesus, dove descending, Father's voice over the water. A page to color and remember whose you are.

Daniel in the lions' den, the angel standing over him, lions at peace. For when the night feels longer than the dawn.

In the beginning God created. A garden, a sunrise, birds and butterflies. The first name of God in scripture.

A real heart held in a strong hand, butterflies and flowers blooming from the cracks. Wounds turning into growth.

A hammock between two pines on a still mountain lake. Permission to stop, written in line art.

A small figure on a cliff, arms wide, vast Montana ranges and eagle overhead. The room creation makes for praise.

An overflowing well, fish swimming up the streams that pour out of it, cracked earth turning green. The Spirit's flood.

A long table set for everyone, Montana through the window, a place card that reads You belong here. The center of the brand.

A woman at the cliff edge, the sun rising over the valley of sleeping houses, a broken alarm clock at her feet.

A solitary path through bare aspens, footprints alongside footprints. Even the wilderness has company.

Strong, working hands shaping a vessel on the wheel. Cracks behind, finished vessels on the shelf, you still being formed.

The early church gathered in a courtyard, kids playing, sandals at the door, an olive tree overhead. What we're building back.

Raised beds bursting, baskets of fruit, mason jars on the shelf, a wheelbarrow full, a basket tagged for you. Abundance to share.

An outdoor table in a Montana meadow with mismatched chairs, rustic, modern, ornate, simple. All belong at this table.

Bold hand-lettering, a place set with fork and knife, wildflowers all around. The invitation, in plain words: you belong here.

Christ crowned with thorns, lifting his eyes, framed in blooming wildflowers. May the God of hope fill you.

A bold declaration framed in flowers, stars, and the light of the cross. Fear not, for I am with you.

Christ in quiet stillness above an open Bible, surrounded by roses and wildflowers. A page for the noisy days.

The risen Christ beside a winding path of stepping stones, a sunrise over the hills. One step at a time, trusting.

Doves, praying hands, and full blooms around a gentle reminder. Be anxious for nothing; bring it to Him.

Jesus extends his hand over bread and cup at a table set for one more. Come as you are. You belong here.

The house crest as a phone or desktop wallpaper. Wear the armor wherever your eyes land.

Two hands lifted, a crown above. Theirs is the kingdom. Print or set as your phone wallpaper.

Two angels guarding the Hallelujah crest, Latin banner underneath. A standing order to praise.

A crown made of constellations against deep nebulae. The bright Morning Star. Built for a phone lock screen.

A green sapling rising out of the rubble of old idols. All things become new. Watercolor + ink on parchment.

Vintage piano keys spelling HALLELUJAH in red. A wallpaper that hums.

A notebook with ten things crossed out. Only one remains: seek the kingdom. The wallpaper that fixes your day.

Four panels of FORGIVEN, screen-print style, every color loud. Read it again until you believe it.

A 15-cent Vol.1 No.1 comic cover. Chains snap, hands free. Published by Heaven. Story by Jesus Christ.

A botanical study of three lilies in watercolor, hand-lettered in vintage ink. Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.

A traveler holding up a lantern above a starry valley, a glowing city in the distance. Faith, courage, hope, love. Cannot be hid.

Jesus with arms open, sacred heart aflame, roses framing the banner. The promise to carry on your screen.

The house crest in heraldic line. Cross over shield, Soli Deo Gloria banner, to God alone be the glory. Est. 2024, Montana.

A dove with olive branch over crossed arrows, gilded medallion. They shall be called the children of God.

The crowned Christ in copper engraving, the brand mantra in vintage western type. Built for the lock screen on the hardest mornings.

Bold print-shop FORGIVEN in black against a screen-printed blue field. No condemnation in Christ. Loud and final.

An old-school tattoo eagle clutching the cross, roses framing the banners. They shall mount up with wings.

A dove disappearing into a stormy sky with RISE in burnished gold. The whole word is the sermon.