Dance With Me
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/12/02 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I can dance with the air,
I can dance without care,
But I can't dance with you,
When you're gone.
I can dance with the trees,
I can dance with the breeze,
But I can't dance with you,
When you're gone.
Oh when will you see,
My love is for thee?
But I can't dance with you,
When you're gone.
I'm there by your side,
Along every ride,
But I can't dance with you,
When you're gone.
When the world makes you think,
And fill up full with its drink,
Then I can't dance with you,
When you're gone.
But come back now to Me,
And be all you're to be,
And I'll dance with you,
As We have done.
Yes dance my love with Me,
The way life's meant to be,
And I'll dance with you,
As We have done.
The birds will rejoice,
Seeing you on your course,
When I dance with you,
As We have done.
The Ring of Truth
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/15/06 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Good
Friend, did you
Know for whom the bell
Tolls? It tolls for souls so well.
Each lie that is told and told bold
Each lie that is loved and then sold
Diminishes your spirit, if truth be told.
Truly, lies cannot but sound a bad knell
But the sound of truth, it rings a clear bell.
I pray
Can you tell?
If you can tell truth resonates like a heavenly bell,
And lies crack like a twisted, conniving, broken hell.
Then you will
Do well.
The V. & T. Lives
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/7/03 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(Regarding the Virginia & Truckee Railroad in Northern Nevada)
They said the V. & T. was plumb gone and dead
With stories of Iron ‘n Men best left unsaid
But still making steam
Are those who still dream
Of buying, and betting and bonanzas ahead.
Now the world is so modern, it’s gone insane
With everything to lose, and nothing to gain,
The earth waits in wonder
For power and thunder
In Iron and in Men, forged together once again.
Like the V. & T. high-balling
Loud whistle clarion calling
Showdown at noon
Coming here soon
When men stop low-life down-falling.
All this technology has been unquestioned great
Everything and more piled sky high on a plate
But when real pressure mounts
And you must do what counts
Houses with mouses will meet a questionable fate.
But meanwhile in faraway, wild places grow
Men, women, children all hard-wired to know
Wrong from right
And how to fight
Each with backbones of iron and glory in tow.
Like V. & T. engines hard chugging away
The true will be known of a sudden that day
When surprised villains fall
The prepared will stand tall
Iron horses on their courses, showing the Way.
Then most everyone worthy can be free
To be exactly what they’re meant to be
Not naives
Not slaves
But lasting and good, like the old V. & T.
As the Believe Greed Movement Turns
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/1/2006 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I
ask,
Can you
give to get,
believe and receive
and believe what you want to believe?
And can you believe to receive to get God to reprieve?
What makes man so greedy and religion so seedy?
Is it faith in getting whatever they shan’t?
And why do great feigners vaunt
with rapacious want
and mischievous
hubris?
ask
I
To Decide Not to Decide
and Give God a Chance
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/16/06 www.inthatdayteachings.com
To have a clue, as to what to do, now that is the hero’s part
To say, no, whenever enthroned self says go, is the brave’s art
To reject counsel of demonic friends
And let their insidious advice end
‘Tis but God’s sole counsel alone, a hero hears from the heart!
Have You Mocked?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/18/04 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Have you mocked what’s going on today?
Have you thanked God you don’t serve,
In Iraq with Allied soldiers too dumb,
To dodge their calling and swerve?
Have you mocked those students today,
Wearing those uniforms who serve,
In ROTC and Scouts – too slow,
To dodge their calling and swerve?
Have you mocked your future today,
And buried deep your desire to serve,
Because making yourself happy now is,
To dodge your calling and swerve?
Have you mocked your eyes today,
And followed blind fools who serve,
Themselves on the throne and teach,
To dodge your calling and swerve?
Have you mocked your spirit today,
And fed it dark things that serve,
Abominable lies and thoughts designed,
To dodge your calling and swerve?
Have you mocked your soul today,
With cool hate and icy nerve,
In brazen enmity and banal bliss,
To dodge your calling and swerve?
Have you mocked the truth today,
And agreed with the world that serves,
The lie that good is evil and evil good,
To dodge your calling and swerve?
Have you mocked the life God gave you,
And the things required by Him to serve?
Have you mocked the man who says to you,
“Don’t dodge your calling and swerve!”
To Be or Not to Be...Truth
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/20/06 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A lie which is a ruse,
Is still not the truth,
Though millions by it are taken.
Though they are fooled
By them be not ruled
Reject lies, and in you see truth awaken.
What is the Point?
A Poem Shaped Like an Exclamation Point
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/2/05 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My Gawd!
What’s the point?
I say to most anyone
Where are you going?
You talk way too long!
For I will never buy
Whatever you sell
If story too long
Do not tell.
My mind
So sharp
Boring!
I will
harp
Be quick
Met to joint
To dismiss all
Is my proud
Point!
Who I, As a Young Man, Once Was…
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright June 2, 2005 www.inthatdayteachings.com
As a young man,
I once was…
Hungry for peace,
But at war in my soul,
Hungry for love,
But full of hurt and hate.
Hungry for wisdom,
But without counsel,
Ears wanting to hear,
But deaf,
Eyes wanting to see,
But blind,
Spirit wanting to believe,
But unable.
Smart as an owl,
But dumb as a rock,
Massively frustrated,
But inexplicably hopeful.
Having a spark,
But needing a flame,
Born for a purpose,
But horribly unaware.
Mostly lost,
Despicably cruel,
Forgotten,
Bereft of joy,
Destined for greatness,
But consumed with selfishness.
Wanting to quit,
Yet unable to stop trying,
Utterly conflicted,
And dismally unhappy.
Seeking truth,
But learning more lies,
Loathing the stench,
Avoiding fresh air.
Entirely unfulfilled,
Because of unholiness,
Hoping a hypocrite,
Could someday be pure.
Longing for freedom,
Comfortable in jail,
Dreaming of flight,
Having no wings,
Collecting feathers,
Not knowing why.
My spine was slouched,
I could not stand straight,
My head full of nothing,
But wrong opinions.
Out of touch with Father God,
And His Holy Spirit,
Knowing only a clever epithet,
Must include the name Jesus.
Desolate, bitter, alone,
I was angry for being born,
Not knowing why, I’d pray,
“God, forgive me my sins.”
Light, Truth, Darkness and Lies:
A Poem Shaped Like a Light Bulb
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2006 www.inthatdayteachings.com
oh!
alack! alas!
‘tis truth that is fought
and lies that are bought
sword of truth sheathed
life becomes bereaved
of all that is good
and that stood
to become
so truly
truly
free
!!!!!
!!!!
Doctor, Is My Doctrine is Killing Me?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/10/07 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Armies run on doctrine,
but people don’t?
Armies know their doctrine,
but people do?
Armies that lose, fix their doctrine,
but people cannot?
God wants His army indoctrinated,
but it is too hard a thing to learn?
And the sheep of some shepherds know little true doctrine,
and God is well pleased?
Jesus in His day spoke His Father’s doctrine and upset the religious order,
but today’s shepherds speak doctrine upsetting no one?
Wake Up!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/29/02 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There’s a boy in his bed,
Lying like he’s dead,
And something I know just ain’t right.
Outside it’s sunny,
The jokes: they are funny,
All creation is shinin’ real bright.
But inside it’s gloomy,
Full of smells that are fumy,
‘Cause a boy is pretendin’ it’s still night.
Chorus
Now boys when they’re young,
Can sleep way too long,
And think they don’t miss a thing.
But man are they wrong,
Livin’ life upside down,
And miss each day’s golden ring.
Now the lifts they are runnin’,
With people havin’ funnin’,
But still boy still lies in his bed.
He thinks he’s James Bond,
Givin’ bad guys the run,
While the girls want to know what he said.
But daylight’s a’burning
And his whole family’s yearning
To find out what’s wrong with his head.
(Chorus)
So listen young men,
Don’t hide out sleepin’ in,
Or your energy will be bled.
Those games in your head,
Shootin’ things ‘til they’re dead,
Well, they get your own self instead.
Wake up, young tiger,
Your life’s up for wager,
And I’m….betting…you…can…get…out…of…bed!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
WAKE UP!
Why Is It So Hard?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/ 31/2004 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why is it so hard
To do what I must?
Why get others reward
For following lust?
Why do so many stay
With that which will kill?
And shun me and hate me
And think of me ill?
The truth most men
Honestly do hate
And think highly of those
With lies in their pate.
But I hate lies and love truth
Even though quite bitter
I love hidden truths too bitter
For most to consider.
Though certain others disdain me
As a man without reason
Some day they cannot but learn
The high price of treason.
For a man I’ve been
Without this world’s acclaim
Living for a reason
This world doles out shame.
So, I’m a good fool to mock
And give no heart to follow
If this world you seek
To lie in its wallow.
And you’ll find, like I did
You can’t escape God
And on that day, you’ll see
Just who God says is odd.
For even the most deceived
Will before God understand
Whom they mocked on earth
Were in the palm of God’s hand.
Whom they mocked on earth
Were deciphering what must be done
Whom they mocked on earth
Might have shown us God’s Son.
Whom they mocked on earth,
Went ahead when God said to them, “Go.”
Whom they mocked on earth,
Were sad when the mockers said to God, “No.”
Who is Manifesting Christ?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/25/06 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Pray tell, is not the problem with the world…. people?
And, in truth, is not the problem with people….selfishness?
And, is not the group ofttimes most blind to selfishness....Christians?
But lo, did not Jesus Himself say we must hear and obey….His words?
And answer the question: Who in the world is manifesting….Christ?
KING SELF MUST DIE!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2006 www.inthatdayteachings.com
King Self held court one imperious day
Self said, Hear ye, agree to all I say!
Came reply,
Self must die!
Said something hid out of the way.
How dare you counter my royal command?
Nothing stops great Selves from being grand!
Do not lie!
Self must die!
Said the spirit in stern reprimand.
Anything but die!
Said Self in reply,
How can
Mere man
Kill his lovely I?
Eagles help do it,
They take Self thru’ it:
Getting in
Ripping sin
‘til your heart’s renewed!
You win, said Self
To sin I’m deaf
How know
I go?
My plans I shelf.
The spirit said, Great greetings!
Prepare now for faith meetings
With saints gone before
And angels of lore
And Him who has best seating!
You may think this odd
But to live in you God
Must be!
You see?
To finish Creation’s job.
Now all must be done
Becoming in sum:
Good,
Would
God’s new kingdom come!
Eagle Feathers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2003 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There once was an old-fashioned daddy half-wise, half-crazy
Who had three modern sons who were half-smart, half-lazy
They said, Our daddy
Is way too he-manny
But away with him on an adventure or whim, life’s a daisy.
Now dad wants us in the Great American Northwest
But close to Mexico now is where our heads rest
Be that as it may
Comes soon the day
When we fly from our magic comfort nest.
‘Course our dad is a mighty rough fellow
With a sharp mouth and stomach like Jello
At times he laughs loud
Or farts and is proud
But when asleep, he almost always is mellow.
But meantime we cling to apron strings
And play with our digital game things
Some day we will awake
This world we will shake
And sing the songs our crazy dad sings.
Yes we’ll sing the songs our crazy dad sings
For which he’s received so many dings
‘Cause we have a destiny
God gives to not many
And we know we’ve been given eagles’ wings.
But our wings are now hidden from sight
In preparation for days of great flight
Our dad looks from afar
And wonders how we are
Until wrongs are someday made right.
So our dad sends a dumb sticker from the Reno Rodeo
Which we find STUPID because we know what we know
That the West
Fails the test
Compared to our spoon-fed entertainment video.
When dad was our age he was a Scout
Into God’s great nature he pushed out
Adventures unfurled
He saw the world
But GET REAL, we are too smart to camp out.
In fact, we know we’ve missed nothing, nothing at all
Our generation is way, way too cool to even once stall
Our dads they are all gone
They did something wrong
We aren’t being set up, to make precisely the same fall.
We say, ‘SO WHAT. WHO CARES? WHATEVER.’
Relishing our undisciplined, habitual, ill-will fare
All we see, all we mock
We plug ears if you talk
Don’t correct us, we’ll explode, if you dare.
But our foolish dad sees things much different from us
We don’t think we’re brain-caged in a spider web’s mess
We take one day at a time
Without reason or rhyme
And hope if we’re wrong, we will be able to forgive us.
Now a far away dad says to three fine brothers,
If I were able I’d have done it some way others
I love you all such a lot
So do now what you ought
Start preening those eagle wing feathers.
The Cracked Pot
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/4/02 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There once was a most embarrassingly obvious cracked up pot
Who hid from the knowledge it was best to be cracked not
But then God tapped his lid
And he gave up his own bid
But the pain-free patch job he longed for was not what he got.
For the cracked pot soon found himself whirling
Into a stone wall much too fast he was hurling
“God, this is my ruin!”
“What are you doin’?”
But inside that cracked pot was fine sterling.
Into the wall the pot horrifically smacked
And ugly clay pieces fell away cracked
Now silver shined bright
As the pot was made right
For ‘twas God and God alone the pot lacked.
So don’t blame Satan for all that does hurt us
Pride keeps us from seeing our own hubris
Until God breaks our spirit
His way we’re not near it
So let God do to us as He so chooses.
You think, It won’t happen to me.
God’s day of visitation can’t be
Those through it I mock
So far, I’ve got luck
I’ll call friends, see a movie and stay busy.
But God says, I will have My last laugh
None escapes their recompense bath
When time is to requite
You’ll know I am right
And you’ll break before through just one half.
Turn your back? asks the Potter to the clay
You don’t care what those wiser do say?
Each pot has a purpose
Dig under the surface
Find Me, and each pot finds My good way.
Yes, each pot can find My good way
Yes, each pot has a purpose, I say
Find why you were born
You’ll never again mourn
For, lo, I am with you alway.
But ignore Me today at your peril
I’m not just a Christmas carol
Judgment runs hard
Pay attention, pard
And grief you’ll avoid by the barrel.
Yes, each pot can find My good way
Yes, each pot has a purpose, I say
The world’s upside down
But YOU, I’ll turn ‘round
But I’m waiting for you to say, yea.
For with multitudes I wait for their say
For multitudes I’m tarried with delay
Do they really think
At each NO I wink
With heaven to gain and Gahena to pay?
With everyone getting what has been got?
So busy with business they have bought
How many are blind
To what they can find
But I let them trap themselves full caught.
I honor free will, that’s My choosing
And watch the world go on bruising
My Chosen show the way
Few heed what they say
But some pots do choose to stop losing.
Yes, some pots do choose to stop losing
And turn to me free with their choosing
Sterling they are
Shining like a star
Great glory on them I am fusing.
In these beautiful, humble vessels I quickly come
And do great works needing on earth to be done
While preachers are screeching
Into the depths of hell reaching
For anything possible to manifest but Me, God’s Son.
Those who believe in the rapture,
Will see: Themselves captured,
The doctrine isn’t true,
My children will this rue,
It is indwelling now that I’m after!
Ode to Broadcast Christianity
Where Maturity is Oft the Stranger
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/11/07 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There once was a Christian-doctrine wonk,
Who used a website to make a warning honk,
He said, Preaching must be changed,
Preachers said, No: You’re deranged,
Change is something we never will want.
We’re practically perfect, don’t you know,
Our listeners quite often, in fact, tell us so,
We tell them to say it,
Back to us they bray it,
See? Nothing’s wrong with the row we hoe.
Then why don’t you watch what spirit you’re of?
Said the man with common sense from above,
So much doctrine is self-interest flaky,
It puts in your mouth weird jabberwocky,
Your abodes are quite desolate of God’s true love.
Us desolate? You creep!
How dare us you teach!
It takes a holy degree,
To make God’s decree,
And we say you’re a pipsqueak.
I probably am, said the sad fellow,
I just hate seeing you so fallow,
Forsake me,
And hate me,
But between us, who is shallow?
Bling Goes the Weasel!
To the tune of “Pop goes the Weasel!”
Words by Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/1/07 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The preachers on television today
Your money from you they needle
Then they buy a jet and fly away
Bling! goes the weasel.
chorus
A tenth of your income
They say they need
To save the world’s lost
While living high on the hog
Bling! goes the weasel.
A senator said, “Stop it now.
“Your spending is outrageous.”
The preachers said, “We’ll buy you out!”
Bling! goes the weasel.
The Brothers of Rebellion
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/14/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Don’t know what they choose,
Don’t know what they lose,
Don’t know what they’ve tossed.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Don’t know what mistakes have cost,
How many multitudes have been lost,
By insisting on always being the boss.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Cannot comprehend their own loss,
That keeping their selfish pride does,
They know not what spirits they are of.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Don’t know they have turned off love,
How they’ve thwarted angels above,
By bragging they own manifest destiny.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Think close to God they be,
Broadcasting selves worldly,
Must let their personas fade.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Can turn and stop their ungodly charade,
The strange teachings their minds made,
And bury it all in a wicked, foul grave.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Their world they still can save,
If they would be once brave,
And say they have been bent.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Must weep and cry and fully repent,
For wrongs words and doctrines sent,
But pride is impossible, so they can’t.
The Brothers of Rebellion…
Love mammon first without recant,
Should be taxed, but say they shan’t,
And dodge all but tomorrow’s sorrow.
Who is Damming Up My Words?
by Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/8/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Who is damming up My words?
Saith the Lord of words,
The Lord Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
Who would dare stop My river of rhema,
My stream of life, My drop of dew,
My life to you?
It would be minds of men
That stop My words in you,
That is who.
The minds of men are small in deed,
Having just this one need:
To hear themselves
Mislead.
They Don’t Ask
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/5/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why, oh Lord,
why can’t they see
what I can see?
Why can I see
what they cannot?
What lets me see
Your jokes on them?
And what Divine jokes
on me do I miss?
Tell me,
I must laugh
with heaven
at myself.
Tell me,
what need I see?
One thing I know.
Those who cannot see
what I wish they could…
Are too busy
(Just let them tell you!)
knowing
(Just let them teach you!)
and being
(Just let them show you!)
To ask
God,
What is
the truth?
Crashing Against My Prejudices
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/15/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Crashing against my prejudices
I cannot live.
Crashing against my prejudices
I am tired
of sighing.
Crashing against my prejudices
I cannot give.
Crashing against my prejudices
I am tired
of dying.
Choose Your Chalice
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/16/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Lord says,
Why do you listen
to them, not Me?
why do you choose
their company –
for eternity?
They want one thing
and it is you
I want one
thing:
for you
to have
Me
I have wisdom
I have truth
I have what
you need
to get
through
Minds
of men
imbibe lies
and demand
you drink their
desolate chalice dry
The Body of Christ Heist
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/18/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I speak of epic deeds,
and far greater misdeeds,
in the wayward body of Christ.
I speak of great love lost,
but far greater fortunes gained,
in the wayward body of Christ.
His appearance has disappeared,
replaced by Judas priests,
in the body of Christ heist.
They will never, ever know,
Who has come and Who does go,
these first idols bound to be last.
(Note the pictogram: A headless body of Christ,
Created without the author’s trying.)
The Teachers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/23/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The teachers are taught wrong!
The teachers are taught wrong!
…and they know it.
The teachers teach wrong!
The teachers teach wrong!
…but they stow it.
The teachers hide wrong!
The teachers hide wrong!
…they don’t fix it.
The teachers are wrong!
The teachers are wrong!
…they just abide it.
Something Fishy
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/28/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When
is a new thing
not new?
When is everything new
mostly old?
When does the sanity of indwelling
look hazy?
When the wayward body of Christ
has grown lazy.
It’s fishy this bad body of Christ
gone crazy.
Where every madcap persona
hoodwinks
all flora, all fauna.
And whosever would be cult star
claims fame
by the distance from God they are.
Un-Rung Heroes
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/4/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We dig
And we try
We wonder why
Could we only but buy
With perhaps a deep sigh
But join we not the sullen ranks
Who store up unhappiness banks
And run their lives in bitter angst
We choose now, to give our thanks
We give all we are and all we know
To homes and lives in this life we sow
This time now is as good as any though
To be – never mind the gall – un-rung hero
So we give
thanks
Truth is Recognized by its Beauty
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/24/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Truth is recognized by its beauty,
And to know this is our duty.
Consider then, current doxies of wayward Christianity,
And ask, Is it beautiful to behold, or mere insanity?
A doxie says when pilots are raptured their passengers die,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says widows’ mites let prosperity preachers live high,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says eternal security lets all sin in us get by,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
A doxie says Jesus returns to fix all but you and I,
But if this is beautiful, then beauty is a lie.
But the Bible says Jesus comes quickly in us to indwell,
And this is beautiful truth designed to make us well.
And the Bible says a spiritual stirring and cleansing will come,
Allowing Jesus to manifest Himself in our spiritual home.
All escapist doctrine is ugly as ugly can be,
But behold beautiful Jesus in whom is free!
And who can Jesus come to and live with and be free?
Those in His blood who, overcoming sin, learn to be.
We salute then the Divine living in you and you and me,
This end-times teaching is as beautiful as beauty can be.
But the escapist dogma of religion making us and God not nigh,
Is so far from beauty, we see by its brazen adoration of ugliness it is a lie.
Hurray for God’s beauty! Hurray for God’s truth!
Desolate, abominable doctrine we now forsooth!
We escape from all escapism taught by escapists,
Their escapism is as ugly as child rapists.
Escapist shepherds devour their flock,
Ugly it is when God they mock.
Escapists put themselves first and always God last,
Behold In That Day when the reverse course is cast!
In That Day all truth will finally, totally be known,
And beauty in whom knew truth will be shown.
Thus In That Day man lives in God, and God lives in man,
Alpha to Omega: Behold God’s even so beautiful plan!
I Salute the God in You
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/27/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For needing six body guards at huge expense
Because you preach Seed-Faith-Give-to-Get
And you fear meeting the angry relatives
Who lost so many of their inheritances
To your extravagant, excessive ministry.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For being opaque with your financial reporting
And being excessive with your ministry spending
That the US Senate now has investigated you.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For being part of a global network
Of financially opaque ministries
Avoiding all correction for forty years.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For teaching escape of the rapture
And selling dispensational fear
With books, videos and lectures
To insure your earthbound retirement’s blessings.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For teaching prosperity pyramid schemes
To copycat preachers in impoverished countries
Who now live big ministry lives off the ultra poor.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For employing so many stage hypnotist tricks
To beguile your hypnotized and starving sheep
Into believing your brazen pride and egomania
Is truly angel sent manna from God’s heaven.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For turning the holy office of the prophet
Into a circus entertainment monkey act
And avoiding all rebuke and chastisement.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For teaching puerile inanities
As being the height of maturity.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For shutting out all greater truth
For shutting out all greater growth
For shutting out all greater future
By rejecting humility and embracing pride.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For teaching so much escapist doctrine
Your believers are full of fear of end-times imaginings
And are completely unprepared for God’s indwelling.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For completely missing the Bible’s In That Day
When greater truth will have to be known
Spirits will be scourged and refined
Fakers will be exposed as liars
And God will live in man.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
For ignoring today’s true prophets of the true God
And celebrating false prophets of false anointings
Who perform false signs and wonders for crowds
While being desolate of God’s true indwelling.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That teaches the world via satellite
An infantile gospel that succeeds
In your great self-enrichment.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That delights in teaching
Baby line upon baby line and
Baby precept upon baby precept
And deafens the ears of the world.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That gets so much wrong
And so little correct
About God’s future.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That refuses the Berean call
That won’t consider higher truth
That ignores this true rebuke
Or any other true chastisement.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That preaches through one hundred satellites
Without any discernable fear of God Almighty
Because you believe you are God without saying so.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
Your broadcast system is perfect
Your perpetuity program is perfect
Your ignore-truth program is perfect
Your ignore-true-prophets program is perfect
Your income program is more than perfect.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
Though you feed not the sheep, you say they are fed, and they believe
You know no future, yet you predict the future, and they believe
You act a fool, yet you say you are wise, and they believe.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
You preach a god that is not God
You say you are not God but you are
And you never will change or be corrected
Because the money is exceedingly good.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
You preach about a coming antichrist
And your deception to others is almost complete
Because you are completely deceived yourself.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
You say you live for truth
You say you preach the truth
You say the Bible is truth
And you are all that is not the truth.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That has operated freely so long
That has roamed the earth unfettered
Which has now finally run out of time.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That is not God in you
Because you do not salute
The God that is living inside
His prophets you cannot buy.
American televangelist,
I salute the God in you,
That you will bring in your soul
When you face your final position
That now is first but will be last
When you gnash your teeth
And cry out in anguish
This is the God I saluted?
Suppose You Wanted to Change the World
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/29/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Suppose you wanted to change the world as an apostolic preacher,
You wanted to have more than a church, to reach more as a teacher,
Then you must become a televangelist and then you will be reacher,
You would have a hundred million audience, wow! What a feature!
But how to be apostolic, that is the quest!
How about In That Day, would it be best?
Prophets of old spoke of a spirit day of zest,
When scourging makes homes for God’s rest.
This takes purity of heart, purity of soul,
When God’s inhabitation of us is the goal,
No wrong doctrines, wrong spirits on the whole,
That’s the In That Day price: God’s inhabitance toll.
Fine, so be it, now we’re set to change the world,
But how will this big drama of God precisely unfurl?
With whom can you join, and with whom can you twirl,
To give hope to this earth’s every man, woman, boy and girl?
What of the biggest broadcasting preachers worldwide?
With them can you link up, fellowship and confide?
They seem to be doing alright by their pride ride.
Could we join them with God as our guide?
Maybe yes, maybe no, let’s look what they’re doing,
This big network of preachers so busy pursuing,
The task of Christian truth and spirit wooing,
That we repent and with God be moving.
Well, to be the light of God for all is a huge task,
And doing this for the world might be too much to ask,
Of broadcasting preachers who in so much famous glory bask,
Mightn’t they forgo submitting to humility and drink deep pride’s flask?
And what doctrines have driven global preachers to fame?
Doctrines of mammon, doctrines of greed, doctrines of gain?
Doctrines of rapture, of easy theology and avoidance of pain?
Of intellectualism, of witchcraft control and hidden device inane?
No, Lord, no! This their broadcast doctrine cannot be!
You cannot fully inhabit them and they cannot be free!
They’re too full of escapism to have spiritual eyes to see!
They’re conflicted and immature and far too money hungry!
They expect, by mysterious right, to receive ten percent,
Of the world’s believing income, to them it must be sent.
If we break this fixed rule of theirs we must to them repent,
Though their worth is a billion, they say our budgets must dent?
But back to God’s higher ways and higher mind,
There are no fixed maxims, just guidelines we find,
This flexibility God likes in us, so we avoid evil bind,
Of hypocrite, controlling leaders who are spiritually blind.
So there it is my friend, this is the honest truth,
Compromised televangelist leaders cannot forsooth,
Extraction, extortion or their twisted doctrinal booth.
Their homes are desolate of God’s quick, present move.
A conundrum it is, that’s what we’ve got.
The televised preachers talk about God a lot,
But they focus on money, fame, jets and whatnot,
God can’t indwell them with the lies they have bought.
And this is just how God intended for things to be,
There is nothing like a bad example to set you free!
Paul wrote in Colossians 1:26 of this fantastic mystery,
If we are pure in truth and spirit, Christ is in you and me!
Christ is in you, Christ is in me,
By our spirit, soul and body purity.
Rapture is a lie, for God comes quickly,
Not to take us away, but bring us into verity.
Thus we live with God and God lives with us,
As we forsake escapist doctrine, and religious lust,
The global television preachers preach as they must,
Of baby things, of escape, of the power money they trust.
God never said it would be easy to trust Him.
Faith isn’t getting what you want by buying in,
To the self-serving prosperity preacher’s vain whim,
That cash given to such as them gives multiplied dividend.
God is not a robot, and neither are you.
You cannot make God do what you want to.
We must stay humble, right thinking and true,
And maybe God surprises us with something new.
Something new is God delighting in the sons of men,
Living and loving in us, and with us and through us again.
From beginning to ending this has been God’s great plan.
To this we say, and perhaps even televangelists might say, amen!
So in this battle, who will win?
The mind of God or minds of men?
Can televangelists ever repent of their sin?
Can they ever wake up to the trouble they’re in?
Televangelists have been rigid and proud,
They never talk of their rotten sins out loud,
They mispronounce the name of their “Gowd,”
And themselves, they are fervently driven to laud.
But in the end God always gets His last laugh,
Even now televangelists are in a recompense bath.
And perhaps some might even let go demons they have,
Of mammon, of pride, of audience-controlling witchcraft.
And answers the world needs will be finally found,
Through pure televangelists broadcasting world round.
With you my friend, their doctrines might someday be sound,
You and I can change the world for the better with God on rebound.
And how did I get his fistful of dynamite opinion?
God let me suffer under popular religion’s evil dominion.
Then through the lonely, excruciating crucible of refining fire I went,
Which is why people understand little now, but much later when likewise sent.
Tears of Late Repentance
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/30/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We were first, now we’re last,
They told me in a dream.
The lives we lived so fast,
Isn’t quite what it seemed.
Now we’re dying every day in torment,
But still we yet live again.
You must believe how wrong we went,
When we lived among men.
Were you pirates, thieves or whores?
I asked in wonder.
WORSE, we were WORSE! they swore,
As loud as thunder.
We preached the gospel of the Lord,
With wiles a’plenty!
We ate our sheep who gave us board,
We had no pity!
We broadcast around the world much wrong doxie,
It served our need.
Neither God nor prophets could stop our moxie,
We had our greed.
Greed to be first in everything of God,
Skyward we grew.
And never once thought anything odd,
Little we knew.
God is pure, God is holy and won’t be mocked,
But we laughed at critique.
Now in hell, eternally we are locked,
We are last and weak.
They told me, Tell the preachers on air today,
Feed, don’t eat sheep.
Don’t outwit, out think, out maneuver God’s way,
Or you will ever weep.
They said it’s easy to sell believers rainbow stew,
Especially new sheep.
A shepherd can take from them more than he’s due,
And sheep won’t peep.
But they told me God hates such abuse,
In His great name.
Wolves in sheep’s clothing will lose,
With endless pain.
Fear God! they told me again and again.
Once first, we are last.
Can you warn the proud shepherds of men?
Was all that they asked.
There Must be a Better Shibboleth
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/4/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There must be a better way
To campaign the Lord’s will,
Than the cheap, dishonest “prosperity” feign,
Such preachers rob the till.
They entrap sucker believers to give-to-get,
Themselves the gettings deposited direct,
While promising believers multifold upping of the bet,
Just how, they conveniently neglect.
So flush, full of cash preachers campaign,
Whatever it is they do.
But at what loss and at what gain,
When all is done and through?
They break the very honor of their character,
By cheap prosperity wile,
Then believe a break-up-in-process character,
Can then make God smile.
God cares about our souls for Himself to inhabit,
This today is His goal.
No rich but desolate preacher can kingdom establish,
If sold he has his soul.
So woe is us and woe is me,
We forsake the cheap prosperity trap,
We get our gettings honestly,
At higher place on God’s kingdom map.
Like the Jews Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego,
We believe we will be saved,
Not by giving or getting as cheap faith mantras go,
But by spirit process ravaged.
Where our faith becomes not so simple:
If you believe this, then that.
Rather if you excise dogma infantile,
God frees us from logic format.
We become free to be who God wants us to be,
And astonishingly, that’s anything,
He calls us to be at His will and caprice,
Songbird in cage or eagle at wing.
Just when we think life to us won’t come,
Jesus comes quickly in love,
And reminds us our thoughts aren’t God’s sum,
His way – not ours – is above.
And money comes to us like air,
Don’t exactly ask me how.
When we put character first it’s fair,
Let God take the bow.
David said he never saw the righteous begging bread,
That’s what prosperity preachers do,
They extort and have excess by tricking your head,
That only by blessing them will God bless you.
But curse their money and curse their lust,
Curse their gilded, false shibboleths,
If we see and hear as they, our senses are lost!
(They make with God the wrong bets.)
The answer isn’t doing what prosperity preachers do,
Of this I am quite sure.
The old mind traps of Satan fail, they are never true,
True faith is to endure.
The Honest Televangelists
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/5/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There once were some honest televangelists,
Who had amazing perspective.
They said they had compromised to get on air,
Yet stayed with God respective.
My God, they asked, Have we sold our souls,
To fund cameras and time?
How can we be pure, or true or plain,
When we’ve begged for every dime?
But God loved these men who had a clue,
Of what keeps real men honest.
Other global ministers of pride were undone,
Not seeing trees for the forest.
God searches the world whom He can make great,
But can keep pride away.
Instead people rush to fame, fortune and glory,
And lose sanity day by day.
Hurray for the broken men God raises up,
Who can be trusted with power.
Who needs proud leaders consumed with themselves?
Answer: No one at this late hour.
So let humble televangelists forge a new way,
With true doxie for tomorrow.
The old proud ones can’t discern their lying dogmas,
And create nothing but sorrow.
They say give-to-get, await a rapture, fear the beast,
And glorify me and my ministry!
The pig-headed fools know not of what they speak,
They ignore God’s great mystery.
The mystery of God is Galatians one: twenty-six,
Christ comes quickly to live in you and me.
But never with wrong thoughts, never with pride,
Not like today’s televangelists like to be.
So a new order of televangelists must come around,
To humility and honest truth.
What have we done wrong? Where have we erred?
They must ask what to forsooth.
And then, and then with humility and critique,
God’s soldiers of world broadcast,
Can fix themselves, turn their losses to gain,
And deliver the world truth at last.
For God will forgive the miscreant dummkopfs,
So proud to be wayward shepherds today.
He lets them beat themselves up in absurdities,
Until they repent and find God’s new way.
The new humble televangelists will be a marvel,
Truly, a delight to behold.
I could be wrong, correct me, help me, they’ll say,
And this will never grow old.
New and greater truths of God will come to such men,
Who bow their heads in humility,
And say, Power makes us blind, money greedy and fame proud,
Help us Lord, oh help us to see!
They’ll say, Give us no accolades, we shuck off all glory,
Let us of all vanity make recants,
God will bless such shepherds to our truth-starved world,
They’ll hear, Well done, my servants!
If This is Coffee
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
(from an Abraham Lincoln quote)
Copyright 9/6/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
If this is coffee, then…
I want tea!
I want tea!
I want tea!
If this is coffee, then I want tea,
Stop messing around with me!
But if this is tea, then…
I want coffee!
I want coffee!
I want coffee!
If this is tea, then I want coffee,
Stop messing around with me!
You don’t have coffee and you don’t have tea,
Stop messin’ with me!
Stop messin’ with me!
Stop messin’ with me!
You better ‘fess up now, what you think is ain’t,
Hot, refreshing or real!
Primrosers Save No One
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/11/08
I am off the primrose path,
And I like what it does for me,
No longer failing and always last,
I appreciate what can now I see.
But can a man still on primrose way,
Warn another the perils to avoid?
Nay, he can’t, it’s impossible, I say,
A hypocrite wields no true goad.
Anyone on Satan’s primrose path,
Has bad eyes, bad ears, bad brains.
He says, Bad is good and good is gaff,
His presence goodness from you drains.
The wayward souls on primrose’s course,
Will tell you that they know more than all,
Just follow them to avoid what’s worse,
But do it, and you lose ground and fall.
The funny thing is, how primrosers’ react,
To all who follow the rugged way that’s true,
Primrosers withdraw and suffer demonic attack,
When perchance they meet truth and honesty in you.
Hard Times’ Benefits
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/16/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
And so now hard times come,
And as Christians we are unprepared,
Is it the rapture or bloody Armageddon,
What did preachers say we should have cared?
Well, preachers sold us fear,
Antichrist and numbers six, six, six,
And surely now, fear is here,
What was the preacher’s fix?
They sold us books on a coming rapture,
Videos on prophecy, conventions plenty,
Themselves our money did they capture,
Their future assured by our good bounty.
We bought fear of coming bad times,
They sold imagined ink blot schemes,
Cooked by fearful and greedy minds,
Poisoned by misinterpreted themes.
We are here but rapture is not,
We are here and times are hard,
Is escape the only hope for our lot,
Paying others to hoist our own petard?
Either we hear God’s voice and obey,
Swimming like fish in God’s stream,
Avoiding hook, finding food and way,
Not fearing, but nigh with God being.
Or we must hear wolves greedily growling:
“Give us money, we’ll tell you God’s plan,
Fear beast, fear the mark, fear howling,
Give us money, only then can you understand!”
This isn’t how wars are won,
It’s reverse: How they are lost,
He who warns of antichrist is his son,
Who sells fear sells at perdition’s cost.
In truth God is spiritually scourging the land,
Revealing false-doctrine wolves and flocks,
Those with God’s higher truths will stand,
While ravenous wolves will be defrocked.
“Have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation:
But be of good cheer, I have overcome the world,”
Says our right-minded Savior, restoring all creation,
In humility and true doctrines our lives are restored.
Quickly Christ returns in simplicity in you and me,
This is the surprise at dawning of this perplexing age,
Paul wrote of it in Colossians as God’s great mystery,
That indwelt in us, to varying degree, is Christ, our sage!
Let’s Go Along!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/17/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Let’s…
Go along, get along,
Go along, get along,
Go along, GET!
Let’s have a great prophetic convention,
Where the hard doctrines of God we vet!
It’s the rage, rent a stage, or build one,
It’ll make us rich and famous, we bet!
Never mind the jabberwocky,
Never mind the curse,
Never mind the insanity,
Never mind what’s worse!
Let’s…
Go along, get along,
Go along, get along,
Go along, GET!
Let’s transfer our wild anointings,
Let’s transfer our crazy bad spirits,
Let’s pretend we’re all righteous!
But you Object? We won’t hear it!
Let’s sell the rapture,
Let’s sell all fear,
Let’s sell whatever,
The end is near!
Let’s…
Go along, get along,
Go along, get along,
Go along, GET!
My, but we’re so busy!
Have we forgot anything?
A true prophet might say,
Doctrines of the King.
Who dares to correct us?
Prophets of the Triune God?
Won’t nobody correct us!
We say, Correction is odd!
Let’s…
Go along, get along,
Go along, get along,
Go along, GET!
Evil is Worse!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/18/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Evil is worse, our TV preachers tell us: Evil is worse today!
And one buys a twenty million-dollar jet,
Then above us all, flies without guilt: away.
Evil is worse, our TV preachers tell us: Evil is worse today!
And then one thinks siring a son,
With his brother’s wife is okay.
Evil is worse, our TV preachers tell us: Evil is worse today!
And then six of the most famous and rich,
Are investigated for ministry finances opaque.
Evil is worse, our TV preachers tell us: Evil is worse today!
And then one tattooed and pierced hides,
That he divorces, drinks and adulterates.
Of course, of course evil is worse,
Things weren’t always this bad!
TV preachers have lost all courage,
To correct their doctrines gone mad.
So evil done by famous TV preachers,
Will continue to get worse and worse,
Their evilness will magnify in satanic glory,
That is, unless they change doctrinal course.
So until bad doxie from them is yanked,
Evil in televangelists will stay: sacrosanct.
Who am I?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/19/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Naughty doxie is my trollop,
How I love her so.
Naughty doxie is my lover,
I cannot let her go.
Naughty doxie lets me do things,
I otherwise could not.
Naughty doxie is my mistress,
Who never tells me, Stop!
Naughty doxie is killing me,
Everywhere I turn.
Naughty doxie lets me do exactly,
Everything I yearn.
Naughty doxie is my broadcast,
Most every Sunday.
Naughty doxie underlies my method,
Of my brazen way.
Naughty doxie is my comfort,
I give others worldwide.
Naughty doxie is my support,
For having so much lied.
Naughty doxie is my stealth pornography,
I do what I do in the open,
To make the world want to be like me,
That’s what my god is hoping.
Naughty doxie is my moxie,
Demanding I be paid,
For pandering hell’s perdition:
My professional charade.
Who am I?
Weep for Bad Decisions
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/23/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Weep for bad decisions,
Made at such a cost,
Weep for bad decisions,
Where so much is lost.
Heaven weeps, hell rejoices,
At bad plans made,
Good is mocked, evil honored,
When honor disobeyed.
Cry for souls in stupor,
So blind and so jolly.
Cry for souls now drunk,
In dissolute folly.
Mourn not for the dead,
Their journey is over,
Wail for sons and daughters,
Buying the lie: Whatever.
Who cares, so what, nothing matters,
They like to say,
Until in quickened truth and deep grief,
They rue the day.
Such wicked and deprived things,
They even ever once said,
For when it’s too late then they’ll say,
Would God we were dead!
They’ll say, Oh God, Have mercy!
We’re in total shock!
We must warn our sons and daughters!
But us now they mock!
If only we could have believed,
Warnings of the wise,
God, we ask forgiveness as our seed,
Does wisdom despise.
Weep for bad decisions,
Made at such a cost,
Weep for bad decisions,
Where so much is lost.
I Taught Them to Shoot
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/12/03 www.inthatdayteachings.com
There once was a land so pretty,
‘Twas America in 1930,
When fathers were manly,
Not ripped from the family,
In the grab for ungodly getting.
Men wanted sons to serve,
To protect and not swerve,
They did,
And rid,
Evil by having great nerve.
Now down is so up and up is so down,
And patriotism brings some sons a frown,
Raised without dad,
They have been had,
By no choice of their own.
Propaganda took,
Queen besting their rook,
Unstable,
Unable,
They are to even look.
Now it’s fearsome constipation,
Or dissipation or reservation,
Time goes by,
Chances fly,
And they choose hesitation.
But I taught them to shoot,
And to give truth a hoot,
Pray above,
To love,
And to ne’er honor loot.
I hope to God I did all right,
Good, given time, must win the fight,
God’s Country is high,
Truth is, so am I,
North prodigals go, on seeing light!
And So I Return Quickly
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/25/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
And so I return quickly…
In the loud,
In the proud,
In the crowd,
That always themselves laud,
…for the seeing to see Me?
And so I return quickly…
In the lazy,
In the hazy,
In the crazy,
That always say, I tarry,
…for the seeing to see Me?
And so I return quickly…
In imagined rapture,
In the ever after,
In eternal rafters,
Nothing really matters,
…for the seeing to see Me?
And so I return quickly…
To reward the slothful,
To live with the awful,
To cherish the self-full,
To assuage overflowing hell full,
…for the seeing to see Me?
And so I return quickly…
For two thousand years,
With those who have ears,
With whom have no fears,
With whom heaven reveres,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
In this mystery,
In you Me to be,
Sudden company,
With all the worthy,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
Be not disappointed,
That this seems disjointed,
Your time is appointed,
To thus be anointed,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
To mock those who say I can’t,
Who say those indwelt, I shan’t,
To give their minds a new slant,
That they stop such foolish rant,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
To confirm Colossians one: twenty-six,
To deny the abhorrent their quick fix,
To surprise the world with Father’s new tricks,
To have Me within others in the mix,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
Rejoice, be ready,
Be not too heady,
Watch for the eddy,
Behold now, be steady,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
For kingdom to expand,
Give me your hand,
Together we stand,
Grant Me command,
…for the seeing to see Me!
And so I return quickly…
For Us once together,
To storm any weather,
To craft you My letter,
And make this world better,
…for the seeing to see Me!
Jesus Flies Within You
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/26/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Jesus flies within you,
That’s how He likes to be
Jesus flies within you,
It’s hard for some to see.
Jesus smiles within you,
When, in you, others see His face,
Jesus smiles within you,
Regardless of your race or place.
Jesus dies within you,
When you are proud,
Jesus dies within you,
When you brag aloud.
Jesus heals within you,
When you say you were wrong,
Jesus heals within you,
When your humility is strong.
Jesus moves within you,
When you’re not like a stiff, dead tree,
Jesus moves within you,
When you’re flexible as can be.
Jesus moves out,
When you say to Him, No!
Jesus moves out,
When you must have your way so.
Jesus returns in you,
When you embrace doctrines of our Father,
Jesus returns in you,
When you give up ideas being something other.
Jesus abides in you,
When your mind of doctrines becomes just like His.
Jesus abides in you,
When you drop wayward dogma, and embrace what is.
Jesus is I am in you,
When this happens in fullness you will grow,
Jesus is I am in you,
Few have eyes to see Him in you and thus know.
Jesus flies within you,
That’s how all good on earth we will restore,
Jesus flies within you,
And you will want of Him just one thing: more!
Who am I to Tell Them?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/26/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
One preacher thinks it’s money and fame,
Another thinks it’s verse,
Another preacher thinks it’s TV programs,
Another, his big church.
I try to tell them it’s not exactly,
Any of those things,
But who am I to tell them?
Just the King of Kings.
Another preacher says it’s miracles,
And they can drum them up,
But I’ve never seen any of them,
Make wine in water’s cup.
Another preacher says it’s Christ,
And Him crucified,
Such kind like Me quite dead,
Not one very much alive.
I’m alive to tell preachers,
What to say and do,
I’m alive to tell preachers everything,
But who listens? A few.
The majority that don’t hear Me,
Miss quite a lot,
They think they have everything but,
Their King they haven’t got.
Instead they have troubles and religion,
While convincing sheep they don’t,
Sheep eat their troubles and religion,
Until truth is something eat they won’t.
So down is up and up is down,
In your troubled land,
If My preachers would listen to Me,
They would understand.
But they are complete: busy,
Telling people what they know,
About Me, I can’t get them to hear,
When I say, Stop or turn or go.
Everywhere dead preachers preach,
About My resurrected for them life,
Everywhere dead sheep listen,
To dead pipers’ un-vivacious pipes.
I try to tell them they’re focusing,
On satanic, deadly things,
But who am I to tell them?
Just the King of Kings.
Captain of the Be
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/26/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My men are full of elementary lust,
Of hate and misery,
I cannot seem to discipline them,
Said the Captain of the Be.
Then they have scurrilous, mutinous thoughts,
A cruise will wake them up!
Send them out of safe harbor in a nasty storm,
And let them all throw up.
Said the wise, old Admiral of the Fleet,
Any questions, Captain?
Yes, many, sir. My men are immature,
I fear what will happen.
Captain of the Be, this is tough,
I loathe immaturity,
But fear not. We will prevail,
This is the military!
Send them out on endless drills,
Sailing just around,
Tell them they’ll get nowhere,
Until they are sound.
I’ve tried that, Admiral, and,
They evermore complain.
Oh, then this is serious, Captain,
One thing does remain.
Send them to war, to war, to war,
Then they will mature,
When they realize it’s life or death,
They’ll improve, I’m sure.
But Admiral, cried the captain,
Isn’t there an easier way?
No, my friend, there isn’t,
When rebels won’t obey.
The Nugatory Choo Choo
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 9/27/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Let’s build another railroad,
Let’s build another express,
Let’s lay down new tracks,
Next to all the rest!
It’s the Nugatory Choo Choo,
If we don’t build it we will die,
Our goal: Copy what’s already been done,
With just one rule: Don’t ever ask us why.
Let’s sacrifice to do this thing,
Let’s give it all we’ve got,
And when we’re done we’ll spring,
To the next new track-laying plot!
It’s the Nugatory Choo Choo,
Extracting everything you have,
And if you don’t do your duty true,
We can’t make a locomotive path.
Let’s build, build, build, build, build, build, build,
My gosh, aren’t we great!
We’ve done everything God has willed,
What rewards await!
It’s the Nugatory Choo Choo,
Consuming all our days,
When we run out of room to lay track,
To spaceward we will gaze.
Let’s plan and scheme a new way,
Like Babel did with a tower,
We’ll railroad our way into heaven,
With nugatory action power!
It’s the Nugatory Choo Choo,
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