A daysman is like an umpire.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his hand upon us both. Job 9:33 King James Version Bible JOB I stink of death and boils. My wife is left to stir my trouble. Friends, of late, do suffocate. Oh Lord, I give you my complaint. JESUS Clouds of darkness covet the sky. Thunderbolts scream from on high. A perfect man offered up to die. For now, friends question why. GOD Sees that a man is righteous When a man is covered with his son’s blood Jesus, divine and man at the same time Our daysman, stretched out his arms One hand on God, One on man 10/22/2017
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