The flickering flame

In the midst of a storm,
lay burning, a flickering flame.
When the storm was raging,
it flickered, running helter and skelter.
It seemed as if it would die soon,
but the intensity only grew larger.
The flame refused to die,
and chose to burn bright.
For it knew no purpose
than to give Light where darkness lay.
When the storm died down,
the calm was restored.
And the flame burned bright and high,
throwing myriad colors in all directions.
It has been burning for centuries,
giving Light to the world.
It has seen a thousand storms,
yet none could touch it.
For when the Hands of God are protecting you
no storm can touch you.