When the Elect, Not Hearing

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

    When the Elect, Not Hearing

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    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!”