Narrator:
For six long months Joseph and fellow prisoners suffered at Liberty Jail, in cold, dark and filthy conditions. Even more unbearable was that they were unable to accompany their family and friends, who were being violently driven from the state. This was the fifth time in 10 years the Saints were forced to leave their homes in search of a place of refuge.
Joseph Smith:
Oh my affectionate Emma, I want you to remember that I am a true and faithful friend to you; and the children, forever, my heart is entwined around yours forever and ever; oh, may God bless you all…. If God will spare my life once more to have the privilege of taking care of you, I will ease your care and endeavor to comfort your heart.
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?
Narrator:
Joseph then recorded the Lord's reply: "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.