One fair morning
When the air was sweet with spring,
Joseph stole to the grove
Ever silent and serene:
A place to clear
The clamor of men’s words, indeed;
A place to know God’s will
And knowing, to find peace.

At first thick darkness
Periled and would overcome,
Then a bright stream of light
And darkness was gone.
There Joseph gained
The wisdom that his heart had craved;
He knew for certain
God had spoken
In that place.

Is there a place?
A sacred place
Where I can cast away my heavy cares
And know with certainty?
A holy place
Where I can hope to hear the Savior’s voice
And see him face to face?
Is there a place?

I too have wandered
That very Sacred Grove in spring
Where the leaves illumined green
Speak softly in the breeze.
And yet the dappled shadows there stayed undisturbed.
I saw no pillared light; for me no voice was heard.

Father the darkness of the world grows ever deepening,
And yet there seems no ready answer to my pleading.
Where is Thy light?
Where is Thy voice?
How can I feel Thy love?
As I ponder, I know where I must go.
For in the temple, I can know
Even as Joseph in the Sacred Grove;
There is a place,
A holy place
Where I can cast away my heavy cares
And know with certainty.
A holy place where I can learn to hear the Savior's voice
And see Him face to face.
There is a place.

In the temple, I can know
Even as Joseph in the Sacred Grove.
There is a place.

Words by Toni Thomas
Music by Diane Tuiofu

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