When the Elect, Not Hearing
July 1990

“When the Elect, Not Hearing,” Ensign, July 1990, 68

When the Elect, Not Hearing

Second Place

What of those who come

And leave


Who linger on the hillsides,

Hungering for a time,

Until the bread runs out;

Who turn from clay and spittle

And the Light;

Who, hurrying through dusty streets,

Brush against His robe

And never know?

When the elect, not hearing,

Stand beyond the gates,

There is a grief that rends the heavens;

For they, in Idumea’s shrouds,

Heed not the cries

Of Him who calls to friends,

“Come forth!”