Toward Sunlit Treetops

Who am I?

I am Thomas.

I am Judas.

I speak with the forked tongue of a serpent about the greatness of God and pretend like he doesn't know.
I use a mouth full of filth to gain acceptance from others and then use it again to profess the gospel.
I use my doubt as an excuse for my weakness and that as an excuse for my fear.

But even with all of these things wrapping up this frail body, the helper still comes to me at night.
When all have gone and my heart is at the door I find myself prostrate once again.
And it is here that I go once again to the forest of full wells and fruit laden trees.

And so on and so on does this twisted fern grow. Growing on grace it would seem. Toward sunlit treetops.

Who am I?

I am forgiven.

I am a child of Grace.

I am the fern that grows up from a great vine. Up toward the sunlit treetops.