🎵 “This Is Not His Bed" by Sheryl Clyde/Thunderbirds511

[I never put a date in my visions as I am never given one for it says we will not know the day or the hour] [🎵 “This Is Not His Bed (The Call to the Wandering Bride)” Given by the Holy Spirit to Ray Clyde / Thunderbird] [Verse 1 – The Discovery] I found you there — beneath perfume and shame, In silken sheets that bore another’s name. You said His Name with trembling lips, But let another steal His kiss. My heart broke when I saw your face, Still hoping He would bless that place. Whispers from the Spirit: “You were made for covenant — not compromise. You were bought with scars, not sweet lies.” [Chorus – The Confrontation and the Mercy] This is not His bed. These are not His hands. That voice in the dark does not understand. He wouldn’t touch you to take — He would bleed just to make You clean again. So why lie here with chains? Get up, beloved. Wash your face. He waits for you in the secret place. He still says: “You are Mine.” [Verse 2 – The Mirror] I know this bed — I’ve laid there too, Thinking lesser love would carry me through. But I woke in pain, alone, undone, And heard Him whisper, “You’re still My one.” So I don’t speak from high above — I speak with tears and fierce love. Whispers from the Spirit: “Tell her I remember the day she danced. Tell her the veil is still in My hands.” [Bridge – The Husband’s Jealous Cry] You are not for sale. You are not for rent. You are not a prize for counterfeit. You are bone of His bone, flame of His flame — You carry the power of His Name. So why give yourself to lesser fire, When He has crowned you His desire? [Final Chorus – The Return] This is not His bed — But He still wants you. He still calls you daughter, He still says, “Come through.” Rise from the linen of broken lies, Come to the chamber where true love abides. You are not ruined — You are being redeemed. He still says: “You are Mine.”