O God,
where art thou? And where is the pavilion that covereth thy hiding place? How long
shall thy hand be stayed, and thine eye, yea thy pure eye, behold from the
eternal heavens the wrongs of thy people and of thy servants, and thine ear be
penetrated with their cries? Yea, O Lord, how long shall they suffer these
wrongs and unlawful oppressions, before thine heart shall be softened toward
them, and thy bowels be moved with compassion
toward them? O Lord God Almighty, maker of heaven, earth, and seas, and of all
things that in them are, and who controllest and subjectest the devil, and the
dark and benighted dominion of Sheol—stretch forth thy hand; let thine eye
pierce; let thy pavilion be taken up; let thy hiding place no longer be
covered; let thine ear be inclined; let thine heart be softened, and thy bowels
moved with compassion toward us ... Remember thy suffering saints, O our God;
and thy servants will rejoice in thy name forever.
My son, peace be unto thy
soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment; And
then, if thou endure it well, God shall exalt thee on high; thou shalt triumph
over all thy foes. Thy friends do stand by thee, and they shall hail thee again
with warm hearts and friendly hands. Thou art not yet as Job ... (Doctrine and
Covenants 121:1-4,6-10)
We are not alone.
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