His turn came around, This man named Zechariah
Along with all the other priests, waiting on the Messiah
They cast the lots, and the chosen one went inside of
The Holy of Holies, the fount of Jewish desire.
He lit up the incense and he froze in his place
When Gabriel appeared, the color rushed from his face.
The fear that had grabbed him, that altered his gaze
Was affixed on this messenger straight from the pearly gates
“Don’t be afraid,” much easier said than done
His muscles probably twitched, his reflex was to run.
I can only imagine how those words made him undone
Why shouldn’t I be afraid? I’m gonna have a son!
His name will be John, and he will be your joy
He’ll be filled up with the Spirit, even as a little boy
He’ll make straight the path, he’ll bring my people back
He’ll get the nations ready for the real McCoy
He had a lot of questions, as any of us would
My wife and I are barren, Do you think this even could
Happen to us in our old age? Do you think we even should?
We’ve been praying for forever, we remember God is good.
But how can I be sure? Then Gabriel interrupted
He’ll walk in power like Elijah if you keep him uncorrupted
Raise him in the truth, don’t let him come up maladjusted
His walk will match his talk, his words so true they’ll be trusted
But Zechariah, why are you so untrusting?
Your words are so faithless, they need readjusting.
So disgusting, sounds dirty like cussing,
Don’t you know this plan of mine will usher in THA King?
But the thorn in his flesh, or in this case his voice
Reminded everyday that he couldn’t make a noise
For nine months he waited, then God delivered him a boy
Now with hindsight and history, we know to rejoice