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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