Drawn In
    Footnotes

    “Drawn In,” New Era, Dec. 1996, 51

    Drawn In

    I did all I could

    To remain a walled city.

    I hardened my heart

    Until the still, small voice

    Struck stone.

    Cloaked in deaf ignorance,

    What I did not know

    Could not condemn me.

    I averted my eyes,

    Walking blind

    My road to Damascus.

    But the fountain

    Of living water

    Poured over my walls

    And softened my heart

    Until I heard the small voice.

    And when I looked up

    To see who it was that spoke,

    I saw the holy light

    And was drawn in.