Seed of the King. Heir to the throne. Glory, our inheritance. This body, comprised of love, slain for all who would believe. Our identity, concealed until the time of harvest, like the fruit within a tree, revealed in season.    

             As surely as I once slept, the truth has roused me from that slumber. That I have gone from dead in my transgressions to alive in Christ, is but a shade of things to come.

             Just as the Son rose, fell, and rose again, I know what to expect. All of my days the truth has been perceived; the sun rises, falls, and rises again, until the end of days. Heaven is our inheritance. Certainly, this life I now have is irrevocable.