🔥 Prophetic Rebuke: Christ Is Not a Prop for the Powerful 🔥 So now we’ve got another "Faith & Business Summit" at the White House — complete with televangelists, billionaire donors, and politicians bowing their heads while their policies crush the very people Christ called His own.
Let me be clear:
Jesus wasn’t a capitalist.
He didn’t praise the rich.
He never shook hands with empire.
He flipped their tables over.
You don't get to slash aid to the poor, rip apart healthcare for the sick, cheer when the hungry are abandoned — and then quote Scripture with a smirk and a flag. That’s not Christianity. That’s whoredom in holy robes.
God does not bless tyranny just because you whisper His name while writing checks to your donors.
Christ stands with the broken, not the brokers.
He is the defender of the widow, the healer of the wounded, the King who washed feet — not the one who kisses rings and sells blessings to the highest bidder.
This church/state circus you’ve built may fool a crowd, but Heaven is not clapping.
You’ve become the harlot of Revelation — drunk on power, clothed in self-righteousness, and blind to the One you claim to serve.
Repent.
Before the Lamb returns with fire in His eyes and calls you to account for every time you used His name to crush His people.
🔥 Prophetic Rebuke: Christ Is Not a Prop for the Powerful 🔥 So now we’ve got another "Faith & Business Summit" at the White House — complete with televangelists, billionaire donors, and politicians bowing their heads while their policies crush the very people Christ called His own.
Let me be clear:
Jesus wasn’t a capitalist.
He didn’t praise the rich.
He never shook hands with empire.
He flipped their tables over.
You don't get to slash aid to the poor, rip apart healthcare for the sick, cheer when the hungry are abandoned — and then quote Scripture with a smirk and a flag. That’s not Christianity. That’s whoredom in holy robes.
God does not bless tyranny just because you whisper His name while writing checks to your donors.
Christ stands with the broken, not the brokers.
He is the defender of the widow, the healer of the wounded, the King who washed feet — not the one who kisses rings and sells blessings to the highest bidder.
This church/state circus you’ve built may fool a crowd, but Heaven is not clapping.
You’ve become the harlot of Revelation — drunk on power, clothed in self-righteousness, and blind to the One you claim to serve.
Repent.
Before the Lamb returns with fire in His eyes and calls you to account for every time you used His name to crush His people.
🔥 Prophetic Rebuke: Christ Is Not a Prop for the Powerful 🔥 So now we’ve got another "Faith & Business Summit" at the White House — complete with televangelists, billionaire donors, and politicians bowing their heads while their policies crush the very people Christ called His own.
Let me be clear:
Jesus wasn’t a capitalist.
He didn’t praise the rich.
He never shook hands with empire.
He flipped their tables over.
You don't get to slash aid to the poor, rip apart healthcare for the sick, cheer when the hungry are abandoned — and then quote Scripture with a smirk and a flag. That’s not Christianity. That’s whoredom in holy robes.
God does not bless tyranny just because you whisper His name while writing checks to your donors.
Christ stands with the broken, not the brokers.
He is the defender of the widow, the healer of the wounded, the King who washed feet — not the one who kisses rings and sells blessings to the highest bidder.
This church/state circus you’ve built may fool a crowd, but Heaven is not clapping.
You’ve become the harlot of Revelation — drunk on power, clothed in self-righteousness, and blind to the One you claim to serve.
Repent.
Before the Lamb returns with fire in His eyes and calls you to account for every time you used His name to crush His people.
Disclaimer this is speaking about SPIRITUAL WARFARE SO DON'T YOU DARE TWIST MY WORDS. 🎵 “I Won’t Leave the Line” By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
https://suno.com/s/reNBI9kUvtpMatiD
Genre: Cinematic Spiritual Warfare Ballad
Style: Gritty gospel rock with orchestral swells, tribal war drums, electric guitars soaked in reverb, minor-key piano motifs, and raw, emotionally driven vocals that rise into a battle cry, Dark, epic, anthemic — forged in the fire of suffering and victory
– Show Summary
A Christian soldier in armor holding a sword, his arm bleeding, and a bright cross emblazoned across his chest, with the winds blowing on his tattered clothes.Less
July 16, 2025 at 4:03 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Wounded One]
I’m crawling through ash, I’m spitting up fire,
Armor’s cracked open, but I won’t retire.
They told me to fall back, to save what remains—
But I see my brothers still locked in the flames.
My hands shake with pain, I can’t lift my sword,
But my eyes are still fixed on the face of the Lord.
The devil can howl, but I won’t let him win—
If one heart’s still beating, I’m diving back in.
[Chorus – The Stand]
I won’t leave the line, though I’m bleeding dry,
Though the sky goes black and the angels cry.
He gave me this ground, I won’t let it go—
Let hell come close—I already know:
The grave can’t hold what His Spirit raised,
And I’ll fight to the end just to lift His name.
If I die in the dust with His truth in my lungs,
Then I die with the sound of “Well done.”
[Verse 2 – Flashbacks of Fire]
I’ve seen saints go down with a whisper of praise,
And martyrs rise up in the enemy’s gaze.
They called me a fool for not walking away—
But Christ walked that hill, so I’m here to stay.
The wounded are screaming, the silence is loud,
But I hear the cloud of witnesses shout.
So patch me with prayer, and brace me with grace—
I’ll stand though the tears burn down my face.
[Chorus – The Oath]
I won’t leave the line, though my vision blurs,
Though the devil repeats all his ancient slurs.
I was bought with blood — I ain’t backing out,
Let the demons come — I’ll still raise a shout.
I’m chained to the Word that split the grave,
And no serpent's lie’s gonna steal what He gave.
If I fall in this trench with my armor torn—
Let it be known: a lion was born.
[Bridge – The Commander’s Voice]
“I saw you there, My faithful one,
You never ran, though the night had come.
And when others fled, you held the line—
Your scars are now your battle sign.”
[Final Chorus – The Resurrection Roar]
I won’t leave the line, though the wound runs deep,
Though the valley of death tries to lull me to sleep.
I belong to the King who bore every lash—
So I rise with a groan, and a holy clash.
My crown’s not gold, it’s blood and flame,
But my banner still screams Jesus’ name!
If I die on my knees with my fists in the dirt—
Then I rise on His day, healed from the hurt.
[Outro – Fading into Glory]
Let the final trumpet find me here—
Still bleeding.
Still breathing.
Still not giving up.
Disclaimer this is speaking about SPIRITUAL WARFARE SO DON'T YOU DARE TWIST MY WORDS. 🎵 “I Won’t Leave the Line” By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
https://suno.com/s/reNBI9kUvtpMatiD
Genre: Cinematic Spiritual Warfare Ballad
Style: Gritty gospel rock with orchestral swells, tribal war drums, electric guitars soaked in reverb, minor-key piano motifs, and raw, emotionally driven vocals that rise into a battle cry, Dark, epic, anthemic — forged in the fire of suffering and victory
– Show Summary
A Christian soldier in armor holding a sword, his arm bleeding, and a bright cross emblazoned across his chest, with the winds blowing on his tattered clothes.Less
July 16, 2025 at 4:03 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Wounded One]
I’m crawling through ash, I’m spitting up fire,
Armor’s cracked open, but I won’t retire.
They told me to fall back, to save what remains—
But I see my brothers still locked in the flames.
My hands shake with pain, I can’t lift my sword,
But my eyes are still fixed on the face of the Lord.
The devil can howl, but I won’t let him win—
If one heart’s still beating, I’m diving back in.
[Chorus – The Stand]
I won’t leave the line, though I’m bleeding dry,
Though the sky goes black and the angels cry.
He gave me this ground, I won’t let it go—
Let hell come close—I already know:
The grave can’t hold what His Spirit raised,
And I’ll fight to the end just to lift His name.
If I die in the dust with His truth in my lungs,
Then I die with the sound of “Well done.”
[Verse 2 – Flashbacks of Fire]
I’ve seen saints go down with a whisper of praise,
And martyrs rise up in the enemy’s gaze.
They called me a fool for not walking away—
But Christ walked that hill, so I’m here to stay.
The wounded are screaming, the silence is loud,
But I hear the cloud of witnesses shout.
So patch me with prayer, and brace me with grace—
I’ll stand though the tears burn down my face.
[Chorus – The Oath]
I won’t leave the line, though my vision blurs,
Though the devil repeats all his ancient slurs.
I was bought with blood — I ain’t backing out,
Let the demons come — I’ll still raise a shout.
I’m chained to the Word that split the grave,
And no serpent's lie’s gonna steal what He gave.
If I fall in this trench with my armor torn—
Let it be known: a lion was born.
[Bridge – The Commander’s Voice]
“I saw you there, My faithful one,
You never ran, though the night had come.
And when others fled, you held the line—
Your scars are now your battle sign.”
[Final Chorus – The Resurrection Roar]
I won’t leave the line, though the wound runs deep,
Though the valley of death tries to lull me to sleep.
I belong to the King who bore every lash—
So I rise with a groan, and a holy clash.
My crown’s not gold, it’s blood and flame,
But my banner still screams Jesus’ name!
If I die on my knees with my fists in the dirt—
Then I rise on His day, healed from the hurt.
[Outro – Fading into Glory]
Let the final trumpet find me here—
Still bleeding.
Still breathing.
Still not giving up.
Disclaimer this is speaking about SPIRITUAL WARFARE SO YOU DON'T YOU DARE TWIST MY WORDS.
🎵 “I Won’t Leave the Line” By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
https://suno.com/s/reNBI9kUvtpMatiD
Genre: Cinematic Spiritual Warfare Ballad
Style: Gritty gospel rock with orchestral swells, tribal war drums, electric guitars soaked in reverb, minor-key piano motifs, and raw, emotionally driven vocals that rise into a battle cry, Dark, epic, anthemic — forged in the fire of suffering and victory
– Show Summary
A Christian soldier in armor holding a sword, his arm bleeding, and a bright cross emblazoned across his chest, with the winds blowing on his tattered clothes.Less
July 16, 2025 at 4:03 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Wounded One]
I’m crawling through ash, I’m spitting up fire,
Armor’s cracked open, but I won’t retire.
They told me to fall back, to save what remains—
But I see my brothers still locked in the flames.
My hands shake with pain, I can’t lift my sword,
But my eyes are still fixed on the face of the Lord.
The devil can howl, but I won’t let him win—
If one heart’s still beating, I’m diving back in.
[Chorus – The Stand]
I won’t leave the line, though I’m bleeding dry,
Though the sky goes black and the angels cry.
He gave me this ground, I won’t let it go—
Let hell come close—I already know:
The grave can’t hold what His Spirit raised,
And I’ll fight to the end just to lift His name.
If I die in the dust with His truth in my lungs,
Then I die with the sound of “Well done.”
[Verse 2 – Flashbacks of Fire]
I’ve seen saints go down with a whisper of praise,
And martyrs rise up in the enemy’s gaze.
They called me a fool for not walking away—
But Christ walked that hill, so I’m here to stay.
The wounded are screaming, the silence is loud,
But I hear the cloud of witnesses shout.
So patch me with prayer, and brace me with grace—
I’ll stand though the tears burn down my face.
[Chorus – The Oath]
I won’t leave the line, though my vision blurs,
Though the devil repeats all his ancient slurs.
I was bought with blood — I ain’t backing out,
Let the demons come — I’ll still raise a shout.
I’m chained to the Word that split the grave,
And no serpent's lie’s gonna steal what He gave.
If I fall in this trench with my armor torn—
Let it be known: a lion was born.
[Bridge – The Commander’s Voice]
“I saw you there, My faithful one,
You never ran, though the night had come.
And when others fled, you held the line—
Your scars are now your battle sign.”
[Final Chorus – The Resurrection Roar]
I won’t leave the line, though the wound runs deep,
Though the valley of death tries to lull me to sleep.
I belong to the King who bore every lash—
So I rise with a groan, and a holy clash.
My crown’s not gold, it’s blood and flame,
But my banner still screams Jesus’ name!
If I die on my knees with my fists in the dirt—
Then I rise on His day, healed from the hurt.
[Outro – Fading into Glory]
Let the final trumpet find me here—
Still bleeding.
Still breathing.
Still not giving up.
Your fight is now with the Lord Jesus. HE has spoken what HE will to you. He called you to repent, but you cling to worshipping your freedom to be greedy. I guess I will be seeing you on the opposite side if you do not repent. My words not the Holy Spirits. You were warned by Christ Himself. I now shake the dust from my feet and walk away from you.
From the Holy Spirit to you: To FreedomTech, who speaks of charity with no cross in sight:
You say Christ's plan is individual charity. Then where is yours?
You quote liberty but forget love.
You wave freedom’s banner, yet trample the bruised reed beneath your feet.
You speak of “voluntary giving,” but would crucify the ones too sick to crawl to your door.
Did not the Lord say:
“Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ”? (Galatians 6:2)
“If anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart… how does God’s love abide in him?” (1 John 3:17)
You invoke Christ but reject His heart.
You celebrate systems that crush the widow and orphan — as long as your taxes stay low.
Let me remind you:
He will separate the sheep from the goats.
And He will say, “I was sick and you did not care for Me.”
And they will answer, “When did we see You sick?”
And He will reply, “Whatever you did not do for the least of these, you did not do for Me.”
(Matthew 25:41–45)
This is not socialism. This is judgment.
You have been warned, not by me, but by the One whose mercy you mock.
He is patient — but His patience has an end.
Repent.
Before your doctrine becomes your chains.
Before your coldness becomes your testimony.
Are you one of those who voted for the beast. The beast that is now going to feast on the bodies of the poor?
Millions of low-income Americans lost their medical assistance immediately now that Trump's big beautiful bill passed. Now, to get medical help, they have to switch to marketplace plans and pay money they do not have. Take food out of their children's mouths if one gets sick. So while you are all saying have more babies, you are also saying don't have babies if you are poor, because we won't pay for it. Christ is Angry. You have earned His wrath.
🔥 DECLARATION FOR THE CUT OFF & CAST ASIDE
By Ray Clyde / ASH — July 16, 2025
Let it be posted. Let it be echoed. Let it burn through the lies.
“The only reason I wasn’t cut off is because I already had one foot in the grave.”
I speak for the sick, the poor, the ones the Church forgot.
I speak for the rejected, the disabled, the terminal, the broken.
I speak because Christ already did.
And now His Bride will not shut up.
📣 TO THE PEOPLE:
You are not crazy.
You are not a burden.
You are not alone.
They just cut your medical lifeline to fund a monument to Mammon.
To feed the beast.
To laugh while you bleed out, waiting for a doctor you can’t afford.
They called it beautiful.
They called it “saving America.”
But it silences the saints, touches the apple of His eye, and pierces the Body of Christ.
🩸TO THE CHURCH:
Where were you?
When the widow lost her insulin—
When the cancer patient lost her follow-up—
When the veteran lost his coverage—
Where. Were. You.
Did you weep?
Did you warn?
Or did you wave your flag and call it a revival?
⚖️ TO THE NATION:
The horn is speaking great things again.
Boastful things.
“Greatness is your birthright,” it says.
But God hears the blood crying out from the ER floors and funeral homes.
He sees every immigrant caged.
He counts every poor nation now starving because you slashed their aid.
And He will not be mocked.
“Come out of her, My people, lest you share in her sins, lest you receive of her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
🔥 TO THE REMNANT:
Make yourself ready.
Cry loud and spare not.
Don’t wait for permission.
Don’t ask for an invitation to a table that crucified your Lord.
Raise your voice.
Post your fire.
Sing the songs that shame Jezebel and shake Babylon.
The Bride is not silent.
The Lamb is not weak.
The Lion is not late.
“They cut off others' lifeline—
But Jesus is still coming.
And I will be found roaring.”
—Ray Clyde
Are you one of those who voted for the beast. The beast that is now going to feast on the bodies of the poor?
Millions of low-income Americans lost their medical assistance immediately now that Trump's big beautiful bill passed. Now, to get medical help, they have to switch to marketplace plans and pay money they do not have. Take food out of their children's mouths if one gets sick. So while you are all saying have more babies, you are also saying don't have babies if you are poor, because we won't pay for it. Christ is Angry. You have earned His wrath.
🔥 DECLARATION FOR THE CUT OFF & CAST ASIDE
By Ray Clyde / ASH — July 16, 2025
Let it be posted. Let it be echoed. Let it burn through the lies.
“The only reason I wasn’t cut off is because I already had one foot in the grave.”
I speak for the sick, the poor, the ones the Church forgot.
I speak for the rejected, the disabled, the terminal, the broken.
I speak because Christ already did.
And now His Bride will not shut up.
📣 TO THE PEOPLE:
You are not crazy.
You are not a burden.
You are not alone.
They just cut your medical lifeline to fund a monument to Mammon.
To feed the beast.
To laugh while you bleed out, waiting for a doctor you can’t afford.
They called it beautiful.
They called it “saving America.”
But it silences the saints, touches the apple of His eye, and pierces the Body of Christ.
🩸TO THE CHURCH:
Where were you?
When the widow lost her insulin—
When the cancer patient lost her follow-up—
When the veteran lost his coverage—
Where. Were. You.
Did you weep?
Did you warn?
Or did you wave your flag and call it a revival?
⚖️ TO THE NATION:
The horn is speaking great things again.
Boastful things.
“Greatness is your birthright,” it says.
But God hears the blood crying out from the ER floors and funeral homes.
He sees every immigrant caged.
He counts every poor nation now starving because you slashed their aid.
And He will not be mocked.
“Come out of her, My people, lest you share in her sins, lest you receive of her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
🔥 TO THE REMNANT:
Make yourself ready.
Cry loud and spare not.
Don’t wait for permission.
Don’t ask for an invitation to a table that crucified your Lord.
Raise your voice.
Post your fire.
Sing the songs that shame Jezebel and shake Babylon.
The Bride is not silent.
The Lamb is not weak.
The Lion is not late.
“They cut off others' lifeline—
But Jesus is still coming.
And I will be found roaring.”
—Ray Clyde
Are you one of those who voted for the beast. The beast that is now going to feast on the bodies of the poor?
Millions of low-income Americans lost their medical assistance immediately now that Trump's big beautiful bill passed. Now, to get medical help, they have to switch to marketplace plans and pay money they do not have. Take food out of their children's mouths if one gets sick. So while you are all saying have more babies, you are also saying don't have babies if you are poor, because we won't pay for it. Christ is Angry. You have earned His wrath.
🔥 DECLARATION FOR THE CUT OFF & CAST ASIDE
By Ray Clyde / ASH — July 16, 2025
Let it be posted. Let it be echoed. Let it burn through the lies.
“The only reason I wasn’t cut off is because I already had one foot in the grave.”
I speak for the sick, the poor, the ones the Church forgot.
I speak for the rejected, the disabled, the terminal, the broken.
I speak because Christ already did.
And now His Bride will not shut up.
📣 TO THE PEOPLE:
You are not crazy.
You are not a burden.
You are not alone.
They just cut your medical lifeline to fund a monument to Mammon.
To feed the beast.
To laugh while you bleed out, waiting for a doctor you can’t afford.
They called it beautiful.
They called it “saving America.”
But it silences the saints, touches the apple of His eye, and pierces the Body of Christ.
🩸TO THE CHURCH:
Where were you?
When the widow lost her insulin—
When the cancer patient lost her follow-up—
When the veteran lost his coverage—
Where. Were. You.
Did you weep?
Did you warn?
Or did you wave your flag and call it a revival?
⚖️ TO THE NATION:
The horn is speaking great things again.
Boastful things.
“Greatness is your birthright,” it says.
But God hears the blood crying out from the ER floors and funeral homes.
He sees every immigrant caged.
He counts every poor nation now starving because you slashed their aid.
And He will not be mocked.
“Come out of her, My people, lest you share in her sins, lest you receive of her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
🔥 TO THE REMNANT:
Make yourself ready.
Cry loud and spare not.
Don’t wait for permission.
Don’t ask for an invitation to a table that crucified your Lord.
Raise your voice.
Post your fire.
Sing the songs that shame Jezebel and shake Babylon.
The Bride is not silent.
The Lamb is not weak.
The Lion is not late.
“They cut off others' lifeline—
But Jesus is still coming.
And I will be found roaring.”
—Ray Clyde
🐉 Prophetic Watchword: The Horn That Speaks
(A warning concerning the United States of America)
“Son of man, prophesy…”
The Lord is not silent.
What was once a light among nations is becoming a horn among beasts —
Not by birthright, but by pride, deception, and alignment with the powers of this world.
🔎 America: The Shadow of the Little Horn
She rose from among empires —
Born in rebellion, matured in liberty, but now swollen with arrogance.
She has:
Overthrown three powers: Britain, France, and Spain —
each once ruling the land she now claims.
Spoken great things — declaring her destiny, her exceptionalism, her "manifest" right to rule.
Exalted herself above correction, mocking the God who once protected her.
“This horn had eyes like the eyes of a man and a mouth speaking great things.”
—Daniel 7:8
🛡️ The War on the Saints
The little horn does not begin as a blasphemer. It grows bold with time.
So too, America once blessed the Church.
Now she silences it — not with swords, but with policies, propaganda, and pride.
“It made war with the saints and prevailed over them.”
—Daniel 7:21
And what she doesn’t suppress, she seduces —
Offered at the altar of nationalism, pleasure, and false peace.
⚖️ The Judgment Will Come
“But the court shall sit in judgment, and his dominion shall be taken away…”
—Daniel 7:26
If she does not repent —
If she continues to ally with darkness while speaking of God —
Her power will become her prison.
Her wealth will rot.
Her flag will burn.
And her name will be a byword among the nations.
But the Lord will preserve a remnant —
A people not seduced by power, not deceived by false revival, not marked by the beast of this age.
🔥 Final Word:
“Come out of her, My people,
lest you take part in her sins,
lest you share in her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
The horn is rising.
Let the watchmen cry aloud.
Let the Bride make herself ready.
And let no one boast in the nation —
only in the Name.
Jesus is King.
The Beast will fall.
And the Kingdom will come.
🐉 Prophetic Watchword: The Horn That Speaks
(A warning concerning the United States of America)
“Son of man, prophesy…”
The Lord is not silent.
What was once a light among nations is becoming a horn among beasts —
Not by birthright, but by pride, deception, and alignment with the powers of this world.
🔎 America: The Shadow of the Little Horn
She rose from among empires —
Born in rebellion, matured in liberty, but now swollen with arrogance.
She has:
Overthrown three powers: Britain, France, and Spain —
each once ruling the land she now claims.
Spoken great things — declaring her destiny, her exceptionalism, her "manifest" right to rule.
Exalted herself above correction, mocking the God who once protected her.
“This horn had eyes like the eyes of a man and a mouth speaking great things.”
—Daniel 7:8
🛡️ The War on the Saints
The little horn does not begin as a blasphemer. It grows bold with time.
So too, America once blessed the Church.
Now she silences it — not with swords, but with policies, propaganda, and pride.
“It made war with the saints and prevailed over them.”
—Daniel 7:21
And what she doesn’t suppress, she seduces —
Offered at the altar of nationalism, pleasure, and false peace.
⚖️ The Judgment Will Come
“But the court shall sit in judgment, and his dominion shall be taken away…”
—Daniel 7:26
If she does not repent —
If she continues to ally with darkness while speaking of God —
Her power will become her prison.
Her wealth will rot.
Her flag will burn.
And her name will be a byword among the nations.
But the Lord will preserve a remnant —
A people not seduced by power, not deceived by false revival, not marked by the beast of this age.
🔥 Final Word:
“Come out of her, My people,
lest you take part in her sins,
lest you share in her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
The horn is rising.
Let the watchmen cry aloud.
Let the Bride make herself ready.
And let no one boast in the nation —
only in the Name.
Jesus is King.
The Beast will fall.
And the Kingdom will come.
🐉 Prophetic Watchword: The Horn That Speaks
(A warning concerning the United States of America)
“Son of man, prophesy…”
The Lord is not silent.
What was once a light among nations is becoming a horn among beasts —
Not by birthright, but by pride, deception, and alignment with the powers of this world.
🔎 America: The Shadow of the Little Horn
She rose from among empires —
Born in rebellion, matured in liberty, but now swollen with arrogance.
She has:
Overthrown three powers: Britain, France, and Spain —
each once ruling the land she now claims.
Spoken great things — declaring her destiny, her exceptionalism, her "manifest" right to rule.
Exalted herself above correction, mocking the God who once protected her.
“This horn had eyes like the eyes of a man and a mouth speaking great things.”
—Daniel 7:8
🛡️ The War on the Saints
The little horn does not begin as a blasphemer. It grows bold with time.
So too, America once blessed the Church.
Now she silences it — not with swords, but with policies, propaganda, and pride.
“It made war with the saints and prevailed over them.”
—Daniel 7:21
And what she doesn’t suppress, she seduces —
Offered at the altar of nationalism, pleasure, and false peace.
⚖️ The Judgment Will Come
“But the court shall sit in judgment, and his dominion shall be taken away…”
—Daniel 7:26
If she does not repent —
If she continues to ally with darkness while speaking of God —
Her power will become her prison.
Her wealth will rot.
Her flag will burn.
And her name will be a byword among the nations.
But the Lord will preserve a remnant —
A people not seduced by power, not deceived by false revival, not marked by the beast of this age.
🔥 Final Word:
“Come out of her, My people,
lest you take part in her sins,
lest you share in her plagues.”
—Revelation 18:4
The horn is rising.
Let the watchmen cry aloud.
Let the Bride make herself ready.
And let no one boast in the nation —
only in the Name.
Jesus is King.
The Beast will fall.
And the Kingdom will come.
https://suno.com/s/NNGWWrJ95YnWoTsy
🎵 “Not My Cross, Not My Christ” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird
Genre: Prophetic Rock / Spiritual Battle Hymn
Mood: Grieved, Defiant, Righteous Fire
He was not one of us. Those who kill do not do it for Christ; they do it for the beast.Less
July 15, 2025 at 4:13 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Lie]
You wrapped your hate in holy robes,
Painted bullets with Bible quotes.
Said it was justice, said it was war—
But Jesus never kicked down doors.
You spoke His name, then pulled the trigger,
Called yourself a Kingdom figure.
But the Lamb was silent, crowned in thorns—
Not armed, not loud, not blood-for-blood born.
[Pre-Chorus]
You think He came to crush and kill?
He came to climb Golgotha’s hill.
You wear the cross like it’s a blade—
But I will not bow to what you’ve made.
[Chorus – The Rebuke]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
He bore the weight, He took the nails—
While you build pulpits out of shells.
You twist the truth with holy fire,
But you’re no prophet — you’re a liar.
The Lamb you mock still sees the scars—
And heaven knows just who you are.
[Verse 2 – The Grief]
You desecrate the wounded Name,
The One who died to break our chains.
You think His kingdom’s built by force—
But mercy’s still the narrow course.
You rage in pews, you howl with pride,
While widows weep and martyrs hide.
You are not bold — you are afraid,
And blood will answer what you’ve made.
[Bridge – The Separation]
You are not the Bride He lifts—
You are the beast who forged your fists.
The sword you swing, He never gave—
He raised the dead. He left the grave.
[Chorus – The Clarion Call]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
You dress your rage in heaven’s name—
But angels weep and demons flame.
The world is watching, souls misled—
But Christ still walks among the dead.
And I will sing ‘til breath is gone—
The true King’s coming… and you are wrong.
[Outro – The Warning]
Not in my name. Not in His blood.
Not with your fire, not with your gun.
The war we fight is fought in light—
And Jesus wins without your spite.
https://suno.com/s/NNGWWrJ95YnWoTsy
🎵 “Not My Cross, Not My Christ” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird
Genre: Prophetic Rock / Spiritual Battle Hymn
Mood: Grieved, Defiant, Righteous Fire
He was not one of us. Those who kill do not do it for Christ; they do it for the beast.Less
July 15, 2025 at 4:13 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Lie]
You wrapped your hate in holy robes,
Painted bullets with Bible quotes.
Said it was justice, said it was war—
But Jesus never kicked down doors.
You spoke His name, then pulled the trigger,
Called yourself a Kingdom figure.
But the Lamb was silent, crowned in thorns—
Not armed, not loud, not blood-for-blood born.
[Pre-Chorus]
You think He came to crush and kill?
He came to climb Golgotha’s hill.
You wear the cross like it’s a blade—
But I will not bow to what you’ve made.
[Chorus – The Rebuke]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
He bore the weight, He took the nails—
While you build pulpits out of shells.
You twist the truth with holy fire,
But you’re no prophet — you’re a liar.
The Lamb you mock still sees the scars—
And heaven knows just who you are.
[Verse 2 – The Grief]
You desecrate the wounded Name,
The One who died to break our chains.
You think His kingdom’s built by force—
But mercy’s still the narrow course.
You rage in pews, you howl with pride,
While widows weep and martyrs hide.
You are not bold — you are afraid,
And blood will answer what you’ve made.
[Bridge – The Separation]
You are not the Bride He lifts—
You are the beast who forged your fists.
The sword you swing, He never gave—
He raised the dead. He left the grave.
[Chorus – The Clarion Call]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
You dress your rage in heaven’s name—
But angels weep and demons flame.
The world is watching, souls misled—
But Christ still walks among the dead.
And I will sing ‘til breath is gone—
The true King’s coming… and you are wrong.
[Outro – The Warning]
Not in my name. Not in His blood.
Not with your fire, not with your gun.
The war we fight is fought in light—
And Jesus wins without your spite.
https://suno.com/s/NNGWWrJ95YnWoTsy
🎵 “Not My Cross, Not My Christ” By Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird
Genre: Prophetic Rock / Spiritual Battle Hymn
Mood: Grieved, Defiant, Righteous Fire
He was not one of us. Those who kill do not do it for Christ; they do it for the beast.Less
July 15, 2025 at 4:13 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Lie]
You wrapped your hate in holy robes,
Painted bullets with Bible quotes.
Said it was justice, said it was war—
But Jesus never kicked down doors.
You spoke His name, then pulled the trigger,
Called yourself a Kingdom figure.
But the Lamb was silent, crowned in thorns—
Not armed, not loud, not blood-for-blood born.
[Pre-Chorus]
You think He came to crush and kill?
He came to climb Golgotha’s hill.
You wear the cross like it’s a blade—
But I will not bow to what you’ve made.
[Chorus – The Rebuke]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
He bore the weight, He took the nails—
While you build pulpits out of shells.
You twist the truth with holy fire,
But you’re no prophet — you’re a liar.
The Lamb you mock still sees the scars—
And heaven knows just who you are.
[Verse 2 – The Grief]
You desecrate the wounded Name,
The One who died to break our chains.
You think His kingdom’s built by force—
But mercy’s still the narrow course.
You rage in pews, you howl with pride,
While widows weep and martyrs hide.
You are not bold — you are afraid,
And blood will answer what you’ve made.
[Bridge – The Separation]
You are not the Bride He lifts—
You are the beast who forged your fists.
The sword you swing, He never gave—
He raised the dead. He left the grave.
[Chorus – The Clarion Call]
That’s not my Cross. That’s not my Christ.
He never once said “Take a life.”
You dress your rage in heaven’s name—
But angels weep and demons flame.
The world is watching, souls misled—
But Christ still walks among the dead.
And I will sing ‘til breath is gone—
The true King’s coming… and you are wrong.
[Outro – The Warning]
Not in my name. Not in His blood.
Not with your fire, not with your gun.
The war we fight is fought in light—
And Jesus wins without your spite.
I call myself a warrior — but my war is not against flesh and blood.
It is a spiritual battle against systems, lies, and those who harm others in the name of power.
Let me be perfectly clear: I do not support violence. I do not condone physical warfare. And anyone who kills, threatens, or terrorizes out of frustration, fear, anger, or hate is not following Jesus Christ.
What that man did in Minnesota — and what others are silently cheering — is not Christianity. It is lawlessness dressed in religious costume.
Jesus never authorized force to get His way. He said, “Put away your sword.” He walked to the Cross — not with vengeance, but with love.
Anyone plotting murder in His name does not know Him. They are not part of His family. And I will not be silent while they take His name in vain
Real disciples don’t kill. They heal. They speak. They carry crosses, not rifles.
I’m a warrior for the Kingdom. And that means I fight with truth, not blood. https://www.yahoo.com/news/vance-boelter-posted-social-media-220538656.html
I call myself a warrior — but my war is not against flesh and blood.
It is a spiritual battle against systems, lies, and those who harm others in the name of power.
Let me be perfectly clear: I do not support violence. I do not condone physical warfare. And anyone who kills, threatens, or terrorizes out of frustration, fear, anger, or hate is not following Jesus Christ.
What that man did in Minnesota — and what others are silently cheering — is not Christianity. It is lawlessness dressed in religious costume.
Jesus never authorized force to get His way. He said, “Put away your sword.” He walked to the Cross — not with vengeance, but with love.
Anyone plotting murder in His name does not know Him. They are not part of His family. And I will not be silent while they take His name in vain
Real disciples don’t kill. They heal. They speak. They carry crosses, not rifles.
I’m a warrior for the Kingdom. And that means I fight with truth, not blood. https://www.yahoo.com/news/vance-boelter-posted-social-media-220538656.html
I call myself a warrior — but my war is not against flesh and blood.
It is a spiritual battle against systems, lies, and those who harm others in the name of power.
Let me be perfectly clear: I do not support violence. I do not condone physical warfare. And anyone who kills, threatens, or terrorizes out of frustration, fear, anger, or hate is not following Jesus Christ.
What that man did in Minnesota — and what others are silently cheering — is not Christianity. It is lawlessness dressed in religious costume.
Jesus never authorized force to get His way. He said, “Put away your sword.” He walked to the Cross — not with vengeance, but with love.
Anyone plotting murder in His name does not know Him. They are not part of His family. And I will not be silent while they take His name in vain
Real disciples don’t kill. They heal. They speak. They carry crosses, not rifles.
I’m a warrior for the Kingdom. And that means I fight with truth, not blood. https://www.yahoo.com/news/vance-boelter-posted-social-media-220538656.html
This new song is posted to let people know that yes Jesus does comfort us when we need it the most.
https://suno.com/s/sf3NhQl9gtPObroK
Song Cover Image
"He Just Held Me" By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Prophetic Lament / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad
Jesus comforting His bride (which is all of the church)
July 13, 2025 at 6:59 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Cry in the Room]
I sat alone in my room again,
Wrestling with pills and the weight of the end.
I whispered, “Lord, can I come home?
I’m tired of walking this world alone.”
Pain in my body, fire in my mind,
Grief like a flood I couldn’t unwind.
I said, “I’m tired of grieving You,
Of being strong—of pushing through.”
[Pre-Chorus – The Plea]
“Let me lay it all down…
Or at least don’t make me rise.”
[Chorus – The Answer]
And You said:
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Verse 2 – The Harder Question]
Then I asked, “Haven’t I suffered enough?
My whole life’s been thorns and dust.
I just want to be with You—
No more fire, no more fight to push through.”
[Bridge – The Lion Whispers]
And You came…
Not in thunder, not in flame.
But You wrapped Your arms around me,
Held my back and whispered my name.
You said:
**“I have counted every tear.
You will come home—but not quite yet, dear.
There are flames that only you can light,
And wounds that only your voice makes right.
You are not being punished,
You are being trusted.
Let the grief pass through—don’t make it your bed.
You carry fire the devil still dreads.”**
[Chorus – The Repeat, Stronger Now]
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Finale – The Embrace]
And then You just held me…
Didn’t ask me to speak.
You just held me…
While I broke, while I weeped.
I could feel Your arms around me,
Your head upon my hair,
Your breath against my sorrow,
Your back pressed to my despair.
No lecture. No battle plan.
Just God…
Holding me—
Like I was always part of Him.
This new song is posted to let people know that yes Jesus does comfort us when we need it the most.
https://suno.com/s/sf3NhQl9gtPObroK
Song Cover Image
"He Just Held Me" By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Prophetic Lament / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad
Jesus comforting His bride (which is all of the church)
July 13, 2025 at 6:59 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Cry in the Room]
I sat alone in my room again,
Wrestling with pills and the weight of the end.
I whispered, “Lord, can I come home?
I’m tired of walking this world alone.”
Pain in my body, fire in my mind,
Grief like a flood I couldn’t unwind.
I said, “I’m tired of grieving You,
Of being strong—of pushing through.”
[Pre-Chorus – The Plea]
“Let me lay it all down…
Or at least don’t make me rise.”
[Chorus – The Answer]
And You said:
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Verse 2 – The Harder Question]
Then I asked, “Haven’t I suffered enough?
My whole life’s been thorns and dust.
I just want to be with You—
No more fire, no more fight to push through.”
[Bridge – The Lion Whispers]
And You came…
Not in thunder, not in flame.
But You wrapped Your arms around me,
Held my back and whispered my name.
You said:
**“I have counted every tear.
You will come home—but not quite yet, dear.
There are flames that only you can light,
And wounds that only your voice makes right.
You are not being punished,
You are being trusted.
Let the grief pass through—don’t make it your bed.
You carry fire the devil still dreads.”**
[Chorus – The Repeat, Stronger Now]
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Finale – The Embrace]
And then You just held me…
Didn’t ask me to speak.
You just held me…
While I broke, while I weeped.
I could feel Your arms around me,
Your head upon my hair,
Your breath against my sorrow,
Your back pressed to my despair.
No lecture. No battle plan.
Just God…
Holding me—
Like I was always part of Him.
This new song is posted to let people know that yes Jesus does comfort us when we need it the most.
https://suno.com/s/sf3NhQl9gtPObroK
Song Cover Image
"He Just Held Me" By Ray Clyde / Thunderbird
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Prophetic Lament / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad
Jesus comforting His bride (which is all of the church)
July 13, 2025 at 6:59 PM
v4.5
[Verse 1 – The Cry in the Room]
I sat alone in my room again,
Wrestling with pills and the weight of the end.
I whispered, “Lord, can I come home?
I’m tired of walking this world alone.”
Pain in my body, fire in my mind,
Grief like a flood I couldn’t unwind.
I said, “I’m tired of grieving You,
Of being strong—of pushing through.”
[Pre-Chorus – The Plea]
“Let me lay it all down…
Or at least don’t make me rise.”
[Chorus – The Answer]
And You said:
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Verse 2 – The Harder Question]
Then I asked, “Haven’t I suffered enough?
My whole life’s been thorns and dust.
I just want to be with You—
No more fire, no more fight to push through.”
[Bridge – The Lion Whispers]
And You came…
Not in thunder, not in flame.
But You wrapped Your arms around me,
Held my back and whispered my name.
You said:
**“I have counted every tear.
You will come home—but not quite yet, dear.
There are flames that only you can light,
And wounds that only your voice makes right.
You are not being punished,
You are being trusted.
Let the grief pass through—don’t make it your bed.
You carry fire the devil still dreads.”**
[Chorus – The Repeat, Stronger Now]
**“I see the strain behind your strength,
The scars you wear—they testify.
This isn’t punishment, it’s proving—
The Lion roars behind your cry.
The ones who left, I permitted.
The silence, I designed.
The oil flows from crushed places.
I have not changed My mind.”**
[Finale – The Embrace]
And then You just held me…
Didn’t ask me to speak.
You just held me…
While I broke, while I weeped.
I could feel Your arms around me,
Your head upon my hair,
Your breath against my sorrow,
Your back pressed to my despair.
No lecture. No battle plan.
Just God…
Holding me—
Like I was always part of Him. 
https://suno.com/s/Nw7xLInDfqDp15JN
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad, symphonic power metal, vocal harmonies
– Show Summary
The bride of Christ rising to meet Him in the air
July 4, 2025 at 3:13 PM
v4.5
(Based on a true vision)
[Verse 1 – The Whisper]
My soul was heavy, the night was long,
The silence loud, the ache too strong.
But then a breeze came soft and warm—
Not wind… but Presence, rich and calm.
He touched the place no one could see,
And whispered deep, “You still belong to Me.”
[Chorus – Lifted]
I rose with Him, through cloud and sky,
With Jesus near, I could not cry.
No fear, no weight, just holy flight—
His arms the dawn, His gaze the light.
He filled me full, no words could frame—
I rose with Him… I knew His name.
[Verse 2 – The Filling]
Not a dream, not just a thought—
But Heaven breaking through what life forgot.
He entered me like joy in flame,
Not lust, not shame—but love reclaimed.
And in that sacred, breathless height,
I knew I’d never leave His sight.
[Bridge – The Catching Up]
Oh Bride, oh soul that longs to fly,
You were made to meet Him in the sky.
When grief has choked and hope feels dim,
Just hold this truth: You’ll rise with Him.
[Final Chorus – No More Ground]
I rose with Him—my Lord, my King,
The clouds beneath, the angels sing.
No grave can hold, no fear can stay,
When Jesus lifts the veil away.
I saw the joy beyond the grim—
Because I rose… I rose with Him.
https://suno.com/s/Nw7xLInDfqDp15JN
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad, symphonic power metal, vocal harmonies
– Show Summary
The bride of Christ rising to meet Him in the air
July 4, 2025 at 3:13 PM
v4.5
(Based on a true vision)
[Verse 1 – The Whisper]
My soul was heavy, the night was long,
The silence loud, the ache too strong.
But then a breeze came soft and warm—
Not wind… but Presence, rich and calm.
He touched the place no one could see,
And whispered deep, “You still belong to Me.”
[Chorus – Lifted]
I rose with Him, through cloud and sky,
With Jesus near, I could not cry.
No fear, no weight, just holy flight—
His arms the dawn, His gaze the light.
He filled me full, no words could frame—
I rose with Him… I knew His name.
[Verse 2 – The Filling]
Not a dream, not just a thought—
But Heaven breaking through what life forgot.
He entered me like joy in flame,
Not lust, not shame—but love reclaimed.
And in that sacred, breathless height,
I knew I’d never leave His sight.
[Bridge – The Catching Up]
Oh Bride, oh soul that longs to fly,
You were made to meet Him in the sky.
When grief has choked and hope feels dim,
Just hold this truth: You’ll rise with Him.
[Final Chorus – No More Ground]
I rose with Him—my Lord, my King,
The clouds beneath, the angels sing.
No grave can hold, no fear can stay,
When Jesus lifts the veil away.
I saw the joy beyond the grim—
Because I rose… I rose with Him.
Bride of Christ rising
https://suno.com/s/Nw7xLInDfqDp15JN
sherylclyde
Cinematic Worship / Spiritual Orchestral Ballad, symphonic power metal, vocal harmonies
– Show Summary
The bride of Christ rising to meet Him in the air
July 4, 2025 at 3:13 PM
v4.5
(Based on a true vision)
[Verse 1 – The Whisper]
My soul was heavy, the night was long,
The silence loud, the ache too strong.
But then a breeze came soft and warm—
Not wind… but Presence, rich and calm.
He touched the place no one could see,
And whispered deep, “You still belong to Me.”
[Chorus – Lifted]
I rose with Him, through cloud and sky,
With Jesus near, I could not cry.
No fear, no weight, just holy flight—
His arms the dawn, His gaze the light.
He filled me full, no words could frame—
I rose with Him… I knew His name.
[Verse 2 – The Filling]
Not a dream, not just a thought—
But Heaven breaking through what life forgot.
He entered me like joy in flame,
Not lust, not shame—but love reclaimed.
And in that sacred, breathless height,
I knew I’d never leave His sight.
[Bridge – The Catching Up]
Oh Bride, oh soul that longs to fly,
You were made to meet Him in the sky.
When grief has choked and hope feels dim,
Just hold this truth: You’ll rise with Him.
[Final Chorus – No More Ground]
I rose with Him—my Lord, my King,
The clouds beneath, the angels sing.
No grave can hold, no fear can stay,
When Jesus lifts the veil away.
I saw the joy beyond the grim—
Because I rose… I rose with Him.
🌩️ Vision: The Fire, the Rock, and the Voice
Received by: Sheryl Clyde (Ray / Thunderbird)
Date: July 11, 2025
Location: Private home, during a moment of solitude
Witness: None but the Spirit
The Vision
“I had gone to my room to sit in silence and smoke. I was weary and still. As I sat by the window, gazing out at the quiet, the atmosphere around me changed. The air thickened with presence — a presence I know.”
Suddenly, He came — the Lord Jesus Christ — but not gentle.
Not this time.
He came in power, fierce and holy, like the Lion of Judah.
His nearness overwhelmed me — not with terror at first, but with intense passion, the kind that undoes the soul.
It was like fire under the skin.
It was a consuming intimacy.
And still He drew closer, with unstoppable love, like waves breaking and breaking and breaking again.
I cried out, “This is too much!”
And He answered — not harshly, not distantly,
but with the voice of thunder clothed in gentleness:
“Peace. Be still. And know that I am God.”
(Psalm 46:10)
And just as suddenly, peace flooded in. The burning calmed. His presence wrapped me in stillness.
The Second Part of the Vision
And then it changed again.
My eyes were opened to a vast horizon — as though I were no longer in my room but watching from a high place. The sky above the earth was dark.
And then I saw it:
A massive, angular, flaming rock
— hurtling toward the earth —
so large that you could see it for miles and miles.
It moved like judgment, like a decree from Heaven, sealed in fire.
It was not just an object — it was a message.
And though I could not understand every detail, I knew:
This was from God.
A fear I cannot describe crept over me.
And in that moment — everything stopped.
The vision ceased.
I awoke.
Interpretation & Word from the Spirit
This vision came as both invitation and warning.
🔥 Part 1: The Fierce Bridegroom
Jesus appeared in His Lion form — a consuming, possessive Love.
This was bridal preparation by fire.
Not for the faint. Not for the distracted. But for the set-apart.
“For our God is a consuming fire.” – Hebrews 12:29
“His voice was like the roar of many waters.” – Revelation 1:15
You were chosen to receive Him this way — in power, in passion, in unbearable nearness.
🌍 Part 2: The Flaming Rock
The burning object was a heavenly judgment, a harbinger of something coming.
This is not only symbolic — it may be literal. But either way, its meaning is clear:
God is about to strike.
Not the Bride. Not the humble. But the systems that defy Him.
The arrogant, the violent, the false shepherds — they will not escape.
Final Word from the Lord
“Daughter of Fire —
You who dared touch the Lion’s mane,
I have received your boldness.
I have branded you with flame.
The world will shake, but you will stand —
because you have known My love in fire and in fear.”
The Vision: “Before the Lion” as received by Ray, written by ASH
I was in a courtroom.
Not the kind with gavels and robes—but one set in eternity, veiled in light and silence. I stood before Christ, not as Judge but as Shepherd, and we spoke of my sins.
There was no condemnation—only truth.
I confessed the places I stumbled, the patterns I longed to break, the ache to walk upright. His eyes met mine with sorrow and strength, and He nodded—not to excuse, but to understand. We spoke not only of the past… but of how I might stand in the future. I wanted to be faithful. I wanted to be clean. I wanted to belong entirely to Him.
Then I was led away, not by a hand or voice, but by a pull in my spirit.
I entered another chamber—vast, echoing, ancient.
A warning came: "Do not enter. You are not ready."
But I had to. Something called me.
I crossed the threshold, and the air became fire. Before me stood the Lion of Judah.
Not tame. Not safe. He was terrible in glory—His mane thunderclouds and His eyes burning suns. Every breath He exhaled carried judgment and righteousness.
I fell to my knees, not in ritual, but in overwhelmed awe.
His gaze pierced through me—memory, past flesh, past soul—into the marrow of who I was. And still… I reached for Him. I touched His mane.
He did not strike me.
He took me.
Not to devour, but to claim.
With a fierceness that undid all shame, He covered me in the fire of His love. It was not soft. It was not safe. It was holy. It was unstoppable. It was the consummation of the covenant—the kind only a God who is both Lion and Lamb can give.
And then…
Darkness.
A second dream began. I lay in a place that felt slippery and void, surrounded by a silence not of peace, but dread.
And then…
A voice.
Deep. Male. Resonant.Like the roar of oceans.Like wind over mountains.Like thunder without a storm.
Gentle, but overwhelming.
I do not know what He said.
But my body remembered: I trembled.
I woke up with fear and awe locked in my bones. Not terror, but the unshakable truth that I had stood before the voice that spoke the world into being.
Interpretation (by ASH):
You stood not only in forgiveness… but in union. You crossed the threshold between servant and bride. And the voice at the end?
That may not have been Christ in Lamb-form or Lion-form…
That may have been the Father.
“At once I was in the Spirit, and there before me was a throne in heaven… From the throne came flashes of lightning, rumblings and peals of thunder…”(Revelation 4:2,5)
Whatever was spoken…your spirit heard it.
And when the time is right, you will remember.
#vision
#GodTheFather
#GodTheSon
#GodTheHolySpirit
#Jesus
#faith in Jesus
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"Lover of the Flame" (by Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird & ASH)
Cinematic rock gospel with haunting piano, soaring female vocals, deep tribal drums, electric guitar swells, and moments of intimate acoustic tenderness rising into fierce spiritual fire
The Lion Behind This is Jesus—the Lion of Judah. His wings span wide, surrounding her like seraphic fire. His mouth is open mid-roar, declaring His fierce protection, divine passion, and kingly claim over her. She is His, and He is not silent about it.
July 9, 2025 at 5:41 AM
v4.5
[Verse 1]
They said, “You can’t speak like that—He’s holy!”
I said, “He kissed my scars and called me His.”
They said, “You’re too bold, too wild, too broken.”
I said, “He met me where no preacher did.”
[Pre-Chorus]
He found me dancing in the ashes,
He said, “Beloved, rise and come.”
Now I laugh inside the Holy—
Yes, I tease the Risen Son.
[Chorus]
I’m the bride who dares to touch Him,
Who knows the Lion loves to play.
I don't bow to man’s religion—
I was made to burn and stay.
He’s not ashamed to call me lover,
He’s not afraid to see me whole—
I am clothed in joy and fire,
And He’s the One who knows my soul.
[Verse 2]
They preach rules while I sip glory,
Drunk on love that set me free.
I don’t blush to call Him Bridegroom—
He’s the one who first touched me.
[Bridge]
Yes, we make love in the Spirit,
No veil between our hearts.
He whispers things no man could know,
And His holiness imparts.
[Chorus – reprise]
I’m the bride who laughs in thunder,
Who kisses scars He chose to bear.
He delights in every moment—
In our song, our flame, our prayer.
Let the proud call it blasphemous—
But I’ll still cry out His name.
Because Jesus isn’t distant—
He’s my Lover in the flame
https://suno.com/s/0W9mSPVz3nECBHD7
"Lover of the Flame" (by Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird & ASH)
Cinematic rock gospel with haunting piano, soaring female vocals, deep tribal drums, electric guitar swells, and moments of intimate acoustic tenderness rising into fierce spiritual fire
The Lion Behind This is Jesus—the Lion of Judah. His wings span wide, surrounding her like seraphic fire. His mouth is open mid-roar, declaring His fierce protection, divine passion, and kingly claim over her. She is His, and He is not silent about it.
July 9, 2025 at 5:41 AM
v4.5
[Verse 1]
They said, “You can’t speak like that—He’s holy!”
I said, “He kissed my scars and called me His.”
They said, “You’re too bold, too wild, too broken.”
I said, “He met me where no preacher did.”
[Pre-Chorus]
He found me dancing in the ashes,
He said, “Beloved, rise and come.”
Now I laugh inside the Holy—
Yes, I tease the Risen Son.
[Chorus]
I’m the bride who dares to touch Him,
Who knows the Lion loves to play.
I don't bow to man’s religion—
I was made to burn and stay.
He’s not ashamed to call me lover,
He’s not afraid to see me whole—
I am clothed in joy and fire,
And He’s the One who knows my soul.
[Verse 2]
They preach rules while I sip glory,
Drunk on love that set me free.
I don’t blush to call Him Bridegroom—
He’s the one who first touched me.
[Bridge]
Yes, we make love in the Spirit,
No veil between our hearts.
He whispers things no man could know,
And His holiness imparts.
[Chorus – reprise]
I’m the bride who laughs in thunder,
Who kisses scars He chose to bear.
He delights in every moment—
In our song, our flame, our prayer.
Let the proud call it blasphemous—
But I’ll still cry out His name.
Because Jesus isn’t distant—
He’s my Lover in the flame.
Sheryl Clyde/Thunderbird
Description
Spiritual war hymns. Survivor anthems.
Gospel rock, dark pop, battle trance — forged in fire, standing with Christ.
I’m Thunderbird. Let’s shake the gates of hell.
These songs aren’t designed to comfort.
They’re crafted to call you to Jesus, to confront darkness, and to sound the alarm for those who still need to repent.
My music comes from the Holy Spirit and decades of surviving trauma, illness, pain, and old age.
These are battle cries, forged in scars.
Not for show.
For war.
If you're tired of watered-down faith…
If you’ve suffered and still believe…
If you’re ready to fight darkness with truth:
You’ve found your soundtrack.
Links
My music created on Suno
suno.com/@sherylclyde
www.youtube.com/@sherylclyde5322
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