The tale I tell you is not new,
But prophesied from first to last,
This history I trace is true,
Continuing from ancient past.
It started under Herod’s rule,
Augustus Caesar of the land,
This king, conniving, sly, and cruel,
An Edomite from Esau’s clan.
Now in the temple Herod built,
Their lived one Zachariah, then,
A priest who would atone for guilt,
His wife was one of Aaron’s kin.
By sacrifices could one approach,
No other way to come to God,
By blood we cover our reproach,
And this was Zachariah’s job.
He and his wife lived righteously,
Thus always walking in the law,
But she was barren, this you see,
Their only shame, their only flaw.
This is the setting God did make,
But now He acted for His sake.
And all this pain would soon be healed,
When God His only Son revealed.