The candle

The candle with the flame that defies the wind
By His name has One that dies come back again
For the flame of his Soul
remains true and bold
For though the wind blows
so biting and cold
He knew full well
and never feared Hell
For knowing His Fate,
knowing he would be victim of hate
and yet knowing further of His Fathers' Love
that he would be lifted above
and then ascended to the Great Hall,
for all
triumph after the Fall
His greatness in victory was humble