The only survivor of a shipwreck washed up on a small, uninhabited island.
He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him, and every day he scanned the
horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming.
Exhausted, he
eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from
the elements, and to store his few possessions. But then one day, after
scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the
smoke rolling up to the sky.
The worst had happened; everything was
lost. He was stung with grief and anger. "God, how could you do this to me!"
he cried.
Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of
a ship that was approaching the island. It had come to rescue
him.
"How did you know I was here?" asked the weary man of his
rescuers.
"We saw your smoke signal," they replied.
[Mother Shiptons Prophecy] [Poetry]
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