🎵 “Impossible Rescue (Jesus Kept Me)” by Sheryl Clyde / Thunderbird

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[Verse 1 – The Womb & The Wire]
DES storm in the womb, androgen fire,
Crib bars too wide—strangling wire.
Dad delayed, breath returned, cornfield sack burned my skin,
Bathtub roof caved where I’d just been.
Tornado flattened Manhattan, I walked through the flame,
Waterfall pulled me under—You whispered my name.
Twelve years old, raped and pregnant, strapped down in hysteria,
Double-dose anesthesia—should’ve been my burial.
[Verse 2 – The Knife & The Bottle]
Husband’s hands on throat, should’ve choked out my light,
Gallbladder burst wild—vitals crashing in the night.
Home-invasion knife flashed, memory braved the blade,
One kidney failing, GFR fifty-six shade.
Gabapentin poison, twelve pills toxic flood,
Five days seized silent—tied, gloved, prognosis blood.
Minneapolis street, gang closing in tight,
Youngest behind me—broken bottle my fight.
One kept coming, snarling, foot raised to kick,
I spun like a whirlwind—glass slashed the air quick.
[Verse 3 – The Drunken Fights]
Bottle in my fist, rage in my veins,
Picked fights with giants twice my size in the rain.
Men and women towering, fists like stone,
I swung wild and reckless—never fought alone.
They hit, I bled, I laughed through broken teeth,
Death circled laughing, but You stood beneath.
Every bar-room brawl, every alleyway war,
Should’ve been my grave—yet I walked out the door.
[Chorus – The Hand That Defied Odds]
Impossible rescue—odds one in billions low,
Death swung a thousand times, but Jesus said “No.”
From womb to wire, rape to knife, cancer’s cruel fire,
Drunk in the alley, swinging at giants higher.
Three suicides called, but He pulled me from the mire,
Hospital stays stacked like graves, yet breath I find,
You kept rescuing me—never left me behind.
(Psalm 139:16 – “All my days ordained before one came to be”)
[Bridge – The Impossible Math]
One in billions—math says I should be gone,
Perfect storm of hell’s hits, but You carried on.
Not luck, not chance, no random roll of dice,
Your hand defied the grave, pulled me back every time.
Abuse from cradle, rage that tried to erase,
Cancers clawed deep, suicides chased my face.
“What meant for evil, God meant good,”
Genesis 50—resurrection understood.
[Final Chorus – The Triumph Cry]
Impossible rescue—hell kept missing its mark,
Your angels kept swinging, lighting paths in the dark.
From womb to poison, gang in the street,
Drunk picking fights with giants at my feet.
I’m tired, I’m scarred, but still I breathe,
Your Bride with thunder, on my knees I believe.
(Revelation 12:11 – “By the blood and testimony, we win”)
[Outro – Gentle Fade to Glory]
Impossible… rescue…
One scar… one story…
Your hand… never let go…
I’m Yours when the thunder calls.

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[Verse 1 – The Womb & The Wire] DES storm in the womb, androgen fire, Crib bars too wide—strangling wire. Dad delayed, breath returned, cornfield sack burned my skin, Bathtub roof caved where I’d just been. Tornado flattened Manhattan, I walked through the flame, Waterfall pulled me under—You whispered my name. Twelve years old, raped and pregnant, strapped down in hysteria, Double-dose anesthesia—should’ve been my burial. [Verse 2 – The Knife & The Bottle] Husband’s hands on throat, should’ve choked out my light, Gallbladder burst wild—vitals crashing in the night. Home-invasion knife flashed, memory braved the blade, One kidney failing, GFR fifty-six shade. Gabapentin poison, twelve pills toxic flood, Five days seized silent—tied, gloved, prognosis blood. Minneapolis street, gang closing in tight, Youngest behind me—broken bottle my fight. One kept coming, snarling, foot raised to kick, I spun like a whirlwind—glass slashed the air quick. [Verse 3 – The Drunken Fights] Bottle in my fist, rage in my veins, Picked fights with giants twice my size in the rain. Men and women towering, fists like stone, I swung wild and reckless—never fought alone. They hit, I bled, I laughed through broken teeth, Death circled laughing, but You stood beneath. Every bar-room brawl, every alleyway war, Should’ve been my grave—yet I walked out the door. [Chorus – The Hand That Defied Odds] Impossible rescue—odds one in billions low, Death swung a thousand times, but Jesus said “No.” From womb to wire, rape to knife, cancer’s cruel fire, Drunk in the alley, swinging at giants higher. Three suicides called, but He pulled me from the mire, Hospital stays stacked like graves, yet breath I find, You kept rescuing me—never left me behind. (Psalm 139:16 – “All my days ordained before one came to be”) [Bridge – The Impossible Math] One in billions—math says I should be gone, Perfect storm of hell’s hits, but You carried on. Not luck, not chance, no random roll of dice, Your hand defied the grave, pulled me back every time. Abuse from cradle, rage that tried to erase, Cancers clawed deep, suicides chased my face. “What meant for evil, God meant good,” Genesis 50—resurrection understood. [Final Chorus – The Triumph Cry] Impossible rescue—hell kept missing its mark, Your angels kept swinging, lighting paths in the dark. From womb to poison, gang in the street, Drunk picking fights with giants at my feet. I’m tired, I’m scarred, but still I breathe, Your Bride with thunder, on my knees I believe. (Revelation 12:11 – “By the blood and testimony, we win”) [Outro – Gentle Fade to Glory] Impossible… rescue… One scar… one story… Your hand… never let go… I’m Yours when the thunder calls.

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