Providence

  I've unlocked The Vault of Knowledge for you,

 But can you see how to enter into,

 Zerubbabel's paradigm, 

Aligning the tumblers of time,

 Through the three spirits of The Trinity,

 That align the cams and shafts of eternity,

 Allowing you to enter in, 

To translation enslaving time within,

 So your travel is no longer subject to, 

Time or space that you pass right through,

 Solomons seal the window for your soul, 

This is the door others don't know, 

It seems too small to enter through, 

But your worship is the key it fits into, Sequencing the bands of time,

 Harmonizing it with your heart in mine,

 For as you enter into me, 

Wisdom, knowledge and understanding become your next key, 

Allowing you to freely move right through, 

My creation as me in you, 

Now I have become the final key, 

Bringing you back again from where no fool can be, 

 Moving freely through space and time,

 Translation now yours not just mine . . . 

 Acts 8:39-40 39 When they came up out of the water, the Spirit of the Lord suddenly took Philip away, and the eunuch did not see him again, but went on his way rejoicing. 40 Philip, however, appeared at Azotus and traveled about, preaching the gospel in all the towns until he reached Caesarea.