I Looked Into His Eyes and Saw His Life Before He Could Even Take His Next Breath . .

There is something inside of me. Maybe it's hope, maybe it's God, or maybe I'm just an old man going crazy. But I saw the future of my son and it was bright enough to light the night sky. My child. Elizabeth's child. Our child, would one day become a prophet of the Most High. He will prepare the way for the Messiah as the Messiah prepares the way for us. I am already of the elderly stature and I may not make it to see this fate in actuality, but I have seen it in John and soon John will see it in himself, and that is enough for me.