Robin Lindh poetry

Buy the Truth and sell Him not.
She is a deep and narrow pit.
She lies in wait as for a prey.
Do you have sorrow?
Is there contention?
Do you have redness of eyes and wounds without cause?
Do not look upon her when she is white.
At the end she bites like a serpent and stings like an adder.
Your eyes shall see strange images
and your heart shall utter perverse things.
You will be found in the midst of the sea or on top of a mast.
They struck me and I didn’t know it.
They beat me and I felt it not.
When I awake, I will seek her yet again.

Robin Lindh

Prov. 23 kjv.