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“Crowned in the Fire” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

cinematic rock, gospel, epic orchestral

The bride of Christ fighting with the word of Truth

July 2, 2025 at 3:39 PM

v4.5

[ Verse 1 – The Bride Wakes]

I was clothed in ash, with chains for lace,

Mocked in silence, stripped of grace.

But He reached down through smoke and lies,

Said, “Daughter, rise—open your eyes.”

The veil was torn, the scroll unsealed,

My scars became the sword I wield.

No longer prey, no longer hushed—

He called me Bride, and hell was crushed.

[ Chorus – The Warrior-Bride Rises]

I reign with Him, though I once bled,

From dust to flame, from lamb to dread.

A thousand years won’t dim this throne—

I'm not alone. I'm not unknown.

Crowned in the fire, forged in the fight,

I am His queen, dressed in light.

“And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.”

— Revelation 5:10

[ Verse 2 – Satan’s Dread]

He came to steal the secret flame,

To twist the gift and stain the name.

But even when I cried in shame,

Jesus whispered, “Still you reign.”

He tried to steal the marriage bed,

But I bear Christ’s fire instead.

What angels long to understand,

Is born in dust… and shaped by hands.

“If we suffer, we shall also reign with Him…”

— 2 Timothy 2:12

[ Bridge – Heaven Declares]

He didn’t die to make me tame—

He died to raise me in His name.

I’m not the whore they feared I’d be—

I’m His beloved, fierce and free.

Hell’s contracts burn in holy flame,

The blood has signed my wedding name.

I wear no shame, I wear no scar—

I ride with Him, the Morning Star.

[ Final Chorus – Crowned for the Age to Come]

I reign with Him—this isn’t myth.

I wear His crown, I bear His gift.

A priest, a queen, a bride in white,

Who rules the dark with borrowed light.

Let Babylon fall, let harlots flee—

The Lamb has married fire and me.

“Blessed and holy is he… they shall be priests of God and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.”

— Revelation 20:6

[ Outro – Soft but Unshaken]

This is the mystery, old and deep:

The Bride who rose while dragons sleep.

Not just saved, but made to stand—

His warrior-bride…

Hand in hand.

https://suno.com/s/9sPSfkyUlHilmkjP "The Jealousy of Heaven" By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

Prophetic Spoken Word, Cinematic Gospel, Orchestral

Satan feeling jealousy because of his pride in his beauty. July 2, 2025 at 4:14 PM v4.5

[Opening – Whispered Echo from the Throne] "Let Us make man…" (Genesis 1:26) Not angels. Not thrones. Not flames that sing.

But dust— Breathed upon, shaped by fingers divine. Crowned in image. Carved for union.

[Verse 1 – Heaven Watches, One Falls] Before the stars were nailed into the sky, Before Eden bloomed, A whisper shook the halls of glory: "Let Us make man in Our image…"

And one among the holy flame stirred.

"I was first," he thought. "I stood beside His throne. I heard His voice, bore His light. I am more beautiful than dust. I should be the bride, not them."

Then he spoke to others, "It should be us. Not them."

And one-third believed the lie. A third fell. A third chose jealousy over joy.

“But we speak the wisdom of God in a mystery… which God ordained before the world unto our glory.” —1 Corinthians 2:7

[Verse 2 – The Murderer’s Rage] It was never just about Eden. Not just the fruit. Not just rebellion.

It was murder— An attempt to sever us from the destiny angels could never claim.

For we are dust, but chosen. Weak, but beloved. Wounded, but destined to reign.

He saw the glory coming and said, "If I can't have it, I'll burn it down."

“He was a murderer from the beginning…” —John 8:44

[Verse 3 – The Bride Rises Anyway] But Heaven never blinked. The scroll remained. The Lamb was slain before the foundations because the plan was love— not for angels, but for us.

He called us “Bride.”

He clothed us in white washed with blood.

He said, "Come, reign with Me."

“Come, I will show you the bride, the Lamb’s wife.” —Revelation 21:9

“And hast made us unto our God kings and priests: and we shall reign on the earth.” —Revelation 5:10

[Finale – The Voice That Shook the Heavens] This is the scandal of eternity: That dust will sit where angels only bow. That scars will be crowned. That the wounded will wed the King.

This is why he hates you.

Because the fire he once carried now burns in your bones.

And the name he cannot bear— “Beloved,” was given to you.

So rise, Bride of Flame. The jealousy of hell cannot cancel the choice of God."

https://suno.com/s/WYd0J4xAhN5csina  Song Title: “You Did It To Me”

(Prophetic Rebuke – Rock/Gospel Anthem)

By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

[Verse 1 – The Lord Speaks]

How long, how long will you strike My name,

Wearing crosses while feeding flames?

You raise your hands in polished pews,

But crush the poor with lies and abuse.

I told you once—I told you plain:

Defend the weak in My holy name.

But you pass them by, you turn your head,

While stealing the crumbs from the mouths I fed.

[Pre-Chorus]

I am not mocked by your flags and might,

I stand with the broken—you pick the fight.

[Chorus – Thundered Rebuke]

You did it to Me

When you took from the poor,

You spit in My face

When you locked the door.

I said to defend—but you turned away,

Now mercy is fading like the end of day.

You attack the least?

Then you’ve warred with Me.

I was hungry, and you left Me to bleed.

[Verse 2 – Righteous Indictment]

I gave the charge, carved in stone:

Rescue the weak, bring the outcast home.

But instead you hoard, you mock, you sneer,

Trading justice for power and fear.

You silence truth with laws and lies,

While My children starve before your eyes.

You say you're Mine, but you do not see—

Every blow you land, you land on Me.

[Bridge – Prophetic Cry]

Time is short, My wrath draws near,

I’ve wept enough, now hear Me clear:

REPENT.

Restore what’s been defiled,

Or face the Lion—not the Child.

Mercy lingers, but not for long,

You hardened your heart to the widow’s song.

[Final Chorus – Heaven’s Verdict]

You did it to Me

When you crushed the oppressed,

You crowned the wicked

And cursed the blessed.

I walked the streets—you turned away,

Built your altars on My decay.

I was the least, in chains and torn—

You mocked the cross I once had worn.

[Outro – Jesus Weeps]

I loved you still…

But you loved war.

And now the knocking…

Becomes a roar

https://suno.com/s/lp8SgkWblbExP79L “Not for Sale (The Gospel of the Cross)” (By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird)

[Verse 1 – The Lie They Sell] They said if I gave, I’d never lack, That gold would line my every track. They twisted truth into a scheme, Said faith’s a coin to buy my dream. “Speak it, claim it, sow your seed — And heaven’s vaults will meet your greed.” But Christ said, pick up your cross, Not "cash in big so you won’t take loss."

Luke 9:23 — “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross daily and follow me.”

[Chorus – The True Gospel] This gospel ain’t for sale — it’s blood and grace. Not health and wealth or a branded place. It’s scars and storms, it’s dying to self, Not using God to chase your wealth. Don’t twist His Word for earthly gain — He died in poverty, in pain. So take your Rolex off that stage — You won’t buy favor with your wage.

Matthew 6:19–20 — “Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth... but store up treasures in heaven.”

[Verse 2 – The Cost of Truth] The Son of God had nowhere to sleep, No mansion throne, no gold to keep. He warned of wolves dressed up in fleece, Preaching riches instead of peace. He flipped their tables, called them thieves, Said widows' coins were not to seize. You quote your checkbook like a psalm, But Christ calls idols what you palm.

Matthew 8:20 — “Foxes have holes... but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head.” Matthew 21:13 — “You have made it a den of thieves.”

[Bridge – What It Really Means to Be Blessed] Blessed are the meek, the poor in heart, Not just those with a shopping cart. Blessed are the persecuted ones, Not those counting trust funds. Faith’s not a vending machine, It’s love when nothing’s clean. You want the crown without the nails — But that’s a gospel that always fails.

Matthew 5:3–12 — The Beatitudes. 1 Timothy 6:10 — “The love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.”

[Final Chorus – His Glory, Not Mine] This gospel isn’t cash — it’s Calvary. It’s not about me — it’s setting me free. You can’t tithe your way past suffering, Or shout your way to a diamond ring. I’d rather suffer with Christ by my side, Than sell my soul for a private jet ride. So take your lies, your polished spell — The gospel I follow won’t sell.

Philippians 3:8 — “I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.”

[Outro] I’m rich in mercy, not in gold. I’ve got a Shepherd — not something sold. He bled, He broke, He paid it all — And that’s the gospel. That’s my call.

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https://suno.com/s/RkS37qy2PAQRTlri No Second Shot

[Intro – Instrumental]

[Verse 1] Gun to my face, chokehold’s grip, Cancer twice, seizures flipped. Blood at 613, scars remain, But through the fire, my soul still flames. Trolls hunt the weak, but I don’t bend— I’m the lioness, and this won’t end.

[Chorus] No second shot, no fear to bind, Death’s just the door to the peace I find. Sing like martyrs, roar through flame, Christ is my home—unchained, unashamed. Trolls can’t break what’s already free, In Jesus’ name, I claim victory.

[Verse 2] They dox my sisters, spread their lies, But I chase crumbs with eagle eyes. My voice was gone—but then it rose, Nurse heard it clear—God overthrows. Illness stalks, but I don’t flinch, This warrior heart won’t budge an inch.

[Bridge – Instrumental + Spoken Word Option] “Christians, rise. Don’t fear the grave—it’s the door.”

Christians rise—don’t fear the grave, It’s Christ’s embrace, the life He gave. Like saints who sang through lion’s breath, We shout through fire—we don’t fear death.

[Final Chorus – Extended] No second shot, no chains remain, I walk through storms, I sing through pain. Praise through the fire, shout in the rain, In Christ alone—I’ve broken the chains. Trolls can threaten, they can try— But I was born to never die. I’m His forever—end of story, The cross my weapon, the grave my glory.

https://suno.com/s/0GhHVJUey8Ko4a16 “Thorns Not Horns” By Sheryl Clyde / Ash Thunderbird [Intro – Whispered] He’ll come smiling. With scripture on his lips and genocide in his eyes. And they’ll call it revival. But it’s rot in a crown.

[Verse 1 – The False Messiah] Exactly. He’ll glide in slick with peace on his tongue, Dripping counterfeit holiness, Wrapped in robes he didn’t earn.

“I and the Father are one,” He’ll say— Just like Jesus did. But when He said it, The veil tore. Graves split. Demons screamed. Creation bowed.

When this one says it, The veil stays stitched. The dead stay cold. And silence will clap like thunder.

[Chorus – The Counterfeit Crown] It’s blasphemy wearing a crown. It’s fear in a shepherd’s cloak. And still they’ll cheer, Because lies dressed in power Sell better than truth nailed to wood.

[Verse 2 – Rejection Reversed] The Sanhedrin? They missed Him once. Too humble. Too human. Too holy for their politics. So they’ll miss it again— Only this time, they’ll reject the wrong messiah For all the right reasons.

Even the devil can’t please everyone. And when the Beast feels that sting of no— He won’t turn the other cheek.

[Bridge – The Unholy Wrath] Jesus bore the cross. This one brings the sword. Fire rains—not to cleanse, But to consume.

He doesn’t want faith— He wants compliance. Not love— Loyalty through fear.

And that’s the tell. That’s the twist. That’s the trap.

[Breakdown – The Wilderness Remnant] But some… Some still know the Shepherd’s voice. Even if they have to run. Even if they’re hunted. Even if they lose everything.

They. Won’t. Bow.

[Final Chorus – The True Crown] Christ wore thorns. We don’t trade them for horns. Not now. Not ever.

[Outro – Echoed Like Thunder] Let the Beast rage. Let the world bend. But those sealed in blood, Do. Not. Break.

Earth’s Shortest Day in History Could Be Just Weeks Away

Earth’s rotation is unexpectedly speeding up, and scientists warn the shortest day in history could be just weeks away. https://dailygalaxy.com/2025/07/earths-shortest-day-in-history/ Matthew 24:22-24

New International Version

22 “If those days had not been cut short, no one would survive, but for the sake of the elect those days will be shortened. 23 At that time if anyone says to you, ‘Look, here is the Messiah!’ or, ‘There he is!’ do not believe it. 24 For false messiahs and f

Shield and Song By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird https://suno.com/s/zttUdTYEmzMf2HHI

(Inspired by Psalm 3 & Psalm 92 – Suno Format)

[Intro – Spoken or Sung Gently]

“They say I won’t be delivered…

But You, Lord… You lift my head.”

[Verse 1]

They rise against me—ten thousand strong,

But I cry out, and You prove them wrong.

They said, “God won’t save her,” but they don’t see—

You surround me, Lord. You cover me.

I lay down, I wake again—

Held by Your hand, not by men.

You are my breath, You are my shield—

Even when I bleed in the battlefield.

[Chorus]

You are my shield when the arrows fly,

My song in the night, my strength when I cry.

The world may burn, the wicked may boast—

But You’re my Deliverer, Lord of Hosts.

You raise me up like a wild ox strong—

I praise Your name with morning’s song.

[Verse 2]

The wicked rise, but they won’t last—

Their bloom is brief, their glory’s past.

But You’ve planted me in holy ground—

Where Your oil flows, where Your name resounds.

Even in age, I bear new fruit,

Still green with life, still full of truth.

No rot, no fade, no giving in—

You make me strong from deep within.

[Bridge – Optional Instrumental Break or Spoken Word]

You anoint my head in the heat of war,

And lift me higher than I was before.

Let them mock—let them scoff,

But I am still standing, wounds and all.

[Final Chorus]

You are my shield when I’m worn and weak,

My fortress when I cannot speak.

I praise You still with scarred old hands—

I’m planted deep in holy land.

My enemies fall, my spirit stands—

Because You, O Lord, still lift my head.

[Outro – Whispered or Sung A Capella]

“The Lord is upright—my Rock, my song…

And there is no wickedness in Him.”

#GodTheFather #GodTheSon #GodTheHolySpirit #gospelsongs #christiansong

IntroductionL I Am All Three – A Declaration of the Survivor Bride

By Ray / Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

Matthew 19:11-12

New International Version

11 Jesus replied, “Not everyone can accept this word, but only those to whom it has been given. 12 For there are eunuchs who were born that way, and there are eunuchs who have been made eunuchs by others—and there are those who choose to live like eunuchs for the sake of the kingdom of heaven. The one who can accept this should accept it.”

I was born a eunuch—

Not by choice, not by fashion, not by trend—

But by the silent scream of chemicals

and the cold blades of medicine

That mistook my soul for an error.

I was made a eunuch—

Cut and reshaped by hands that didn’t ask,

By a world too frightened to let me be

A living question

With a sacred answer.

And now…

I choose to be a eunuch for the sake of the kingdom.

Not because I hate my body,

But because I finally reclaimed it as mine.

I am the image of God in mystery—

XX chromosomes,

XY grief,

a voice that cracked open the lie

that only clean lines carry worth.

They see a woman.

They see a man.

They don’t see the child who bled and didn’t know why,

The adult who bled again—

But this time, in surrender to Christ.

If I were assaulted, they’d mock my form.

If I speak, they question my truth.

But Jesus sees it all—

And He calls me beloved.

He doesn’t flinch at the scars.

He doesn't misgender the ache.

He rides into my story not to “fix” me,

But to reign with me.

I am not confusion.

I am not shame.

I am not your project.

I am the warcry

Of someone who refused to die

When they tried to erase me.

I am the Bride.

All three kinds.

And my Groom never turned away once.

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#Matt1911

#JesusChrist

#GodtheFather

#GodtheSon

#GodtheHolySpirit