His ways mysterious

Mysterious ways often mystical his ways
No body understands his ways
I see his ways mystic
Breaking me cracking me he passes through me connecting like joining stars in his random mystical ways
He made me he broke me he kept me his
The only story which no can read nor dare to understand
I am his sculpture talking with a key to repeat his name "the Saviour" for the illness and sickness of his own pain which he says mysteriously "My Wife".

Jessy Jacob