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One of the most attractive things about Obsidian is its extensibility; Obsidian can be tailored to suit nearly every need. The creators have provided us with a playground for customization, allowing us to enhance our workflow by seamlessly integrating personalized features into Obsidian’s interface. In this article, I will demonstrate how to add these features in a way that makes them appear as if they are an integral part of Obsidian.

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A weathered chain interwoven with barbs.

My rusting chains
enslave me.

i am beaten
with the rigors
of life.

i am auctioned
on the block.

An ode to
gold and silver
is my dirge.

No one pays
the Price on
my head.

There is only
one end-
i am nothing
except
to be used
and tossed away.

The Son offers his shoulder.

i dig a
tomb in my
burdens.
Hope’s dark fuse
lies cold
and buried.

Why have i
turned from Him?

The Master is not my master-but he pays the Price!
His heart is pierced because he knows my sin-
He sealed my ransom with sanguine scarlet.

My head tucks in Shoulder’s hollow, spent from my struggle.

Jesus, King of Kings, Lord of Lords, my true Master,
paid my ransom and more, royal blood for a peasant’s life.
Pure love, a king’s life for my own!
All my stripes worn by Him.

All to Him I owe.