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Inseparable

Writer: Hashtag Kalakar
Hashtag Kalakar
Oct 16, 2025
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By Marcus Jones


At some point, I would like to visit the actual location where Jesus carried his destiny


Despite time's alterations it's something intriguing to the heart of me


He carried it through hateful and spiteful, while in agony and covered in wounds


He carried it to the point of completion and was risen from his tomb.


At some point, If possible, I want to go there or, at least, see


In the midst of living I'll never part from what he did for me


Truly, He knows I know

Truly He knows I'm thankful


Shake His hand, talk with Him,

hug Him saying, thank YOU


By Marcus Jones


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