Zechariah and Elizabeth were both righteous in God’s eyes,
Observing the commandments, they were advanced in years, and wise.
Through all their days of marriage, for a child they had longed.
But Elizabeth was barren.  Not one child had she borne.

Inside the sanctuary, there was incense to burn.
Zechariah saw an angel.  Something great he was to learn.
The angel said of fear, he ought to have none.
His prayer had been heard by God.  His wife would bear a son.

His son would be great.  He heard the angels voice
Say his name would be John. At his birth, many would rejoice.
Because of him, many hearts, for the Lord would yearn.
Through him many souls, to the Lord would turn.
He would drink no strong drink.  Nor would he drink of wine.
All these things would be fulfilled, in their proper time.

Lord, help us honor Your commands.  Let us make haste to pray.
Your time may not be our time.  We trust Your timing today.
Those we love belong to You.  In Your time they will flower,
Until then, we persevere.  We pray through each passing hour.

We wait, like Zechariah. Our patience is a must.
Your time is not our time.  In You, we place our trust.
Zechariah waited prayerfully for the birth of His Son.
We pray for a new birth in Christ for each of our loved ones.