Jesus Messiah is Coming

Luke 19:38-42 "Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!" 
     "Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!"
     Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples!" 
     "I tell you," he replied, "If they keep quiet, the stones will cry out." As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, "If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace--but now it is hidden from your eyes . . . "




About the Song

I wrote this song while studying through the book of Luke. I wanted to include it on this album to continue to stress who Jesus is, and how he came to redeem us. It was very important to me to choose songs that taught these girls important, simple truths.

The song is almost word for word from this passage in the book of Luke so it speaks for itself. I pray that all who hear this are stirred to consider if they truly believe Jesus is who He said He was, and who He says He is. He is alive, He is our Messiah, our Redeemer. Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!

About a Girl

In addition to raising funds for the hostel, Disha Foundation sponsors radio programs that share biblical truths meant to empower women and girls, with a focus on discouraging the dangerous procedure of abortion through education. Vinita Shaw has written two books of short stories about many of her radio listeners in India who have called in to the show for prayer and counsel. They have shared their stories about how God has changed them and given them hope. Here is one story of how the name of Jesus can pierce to the heart and redeem someone's life from the pit. This excerpt is taken from the book Unshackled, which is available for purchase on Amazon.com:

Aloka was an escapist by nature.  She left her village as a young teenager with the first boy who made a pass at her. Her father had died and her mother wanted to marry her to an old man in exchange for some money. She had overheard it all when her maternal uncle had come to visit her recently widowed mother. They both thought she was asleep in the small corner of their dark and dingy hut. She had been asleep but the sound of hushed conversation accompanied by the sound of big raindrops falling noisily to the ground had woken her up. She had been very tired. The heat and humidity typical of the little village close to the Bay of Bengal was awful. The rain was a welcome sign and she changed side on her untidy little floor bed and kept her eyes closed and quietly overheard their conversation. Click to continue reading . . . 

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