Brains Bones and Wordz

Paths of my destiny are filled with thorns and thistles Not only where I walk but where I lay my head to rest. Rest is my God given ability, the way my body is capable of deciphering the message from my brain that screams these bones are wasted! Rest! Lay them down! See if my bones crafted by the almighty are able to decipher a message from my brain that dictates to my being that all in me needs to retire then it must be for a reason A reason to be restored, renewed, reinvigorated, resuscitated See my brain works in wonders, Much like my creator he works in mysterious ways. I bet you all wonder what I'm going on about? I also wonder the message I'm meant to deliver See I heard him say rest and I wondered why I heard him say rest and I thought it was for my bones It got me thinking If my bones can decipher a message from my brain to lay these bones then what power does the God who crafted these bones and composed this brain have. I'm telling you it all started from REST, this wonder I have at his magnificence My God who created the brain that can dictate to my being and my bones that can decipher a message from my brain that these bones need to rest. I'm confused about my brain, I don't know the message I'm meant to send. The only thing I'm sure of is the God who composed my brain, for a reason he gave me a season This season to wonder about my brain and my bones To write it over and over and over again To get confused about brains and bones and words But to always be clear about his amazing wonder About his majesty, king of glory To spread the word of his grandeur, my saviour The joy of my life, love of my life Redeemer, savior the one who found me when I was lost Rescued me from my confusion, my foolishness Cleaned me dressed me up and loved me just as I am Don't get confused about his love.