To Which We Say, Hear! Hear!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/3/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Each week I go down to my local dive,
My friends gather near,
We like to celebrate each Friday night,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We’re all pastors, men of the cloth,
But denominations we fear,
We’re rather independent Christian leaders,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We shun oversight and correction,
At rebuke we leer,
We’re too mature to be imperfect,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
One says, Hardy-har! My brothers,
I’m buying the beer,
With my widows’ mite donations!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Another says, I’ll top that, maties,
At the red light house near,
We shall all go on credit but not pay!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Another says, Is there anything, friends,
We wouldn’t do insincere?
One said, We ask the poor to make us rich!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Thank God for TV broadcasting, he said,
Where our eye is queer,
Behold, what uncorrected broadcast can do!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
I bought a twenty million dollar personal jet,
Says one, Ooh that’s dear!
Another says, I got a mega-million parsonage!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
I’m a stage show hypnotist! I’m a mind controller!
Our congregation we jeer.
I sired a son, our new pastor, by my brother’s wife!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Nothing stops us from spiritual and literal adultery,
We do it with whatever’s near,
Nothing on earth really stops us from doing anything!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We all love each other so much,
When we leave we shall shed a tear,
We really can’t brag about each other enough,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Now we’re drunk and stumbling unable to tell,
Just which is front or rear,
Our tables are full of our own vomit,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Before we pass out in heavenly depravity,
Or the police come in riot gear,
We salute all escapology doxie enabling us,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We love eternal security, we love the rapture,
We love Jesus to appear,
Some day in the sky to reward our good works,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Those escapist doxies let us do anything,
Even abomination is dear,
We’re desolate of God, truth and all honor,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We believe Trickster-knowledgy Dominion Theology,
With governments second tier,
So our carnal appetites will rule the world with Christ!
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
We whoop and holler when the band plays our song,
A country classic premier:
“We’re All Here ‘Cause Our Doxie’s Not All There!”
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Yes, betcha’ didn’t know that your pastors,
Would from heaven so downward veer,
Come believe with us nothing much matters,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
That’s why we need so much money,
For consciences to sear,
It takes much propaganda to make lies the truth,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Come join us, never mind doctrinal verity,
Look in the filthy bar mirror,
Be in with the in crowd, be loud and proud,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
My God, is it really that bad, you ask,
Can you believe your ear?
We think anything and live with our thoughts,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
An unexamined life is really not worth the living,
But such truth we smear,
We smear all truths and exalt all convenient lies,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
This is too clever, too unseen, to hidden, you say,
For Christian believers mere,
Antichrist leaders parade as being Christ everywhere,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
But no party lasts forever, and one day judgment,
Will come from a peer,
You might ask us, Deep in our souls, did we know?
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
You, as inquisitor, just might ask for explanation,
You’ll ask, Did for many a year,
We go along and get along with all damn things?
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
You’ll say, Then this explains much: Why there,
Often was imploding career,
You never fixed your own doxies or bad spirits,
To which we say, Hear! Hear!
Later, you will look for the likes of us in heaven,
A place that we now cheer,
You’ll ask if we’re not in heaven, are we in hell?
To which we’ll say, Here! Here!
Who Killed the Christ?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/6/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Who killed the Christ,
Not two-thousand years ago,
But who killed the Christ,
On the Christian TV show?
Rich preachers ask the poor for money,
Making the rich more rich,
That’s nothing but an example of the blind,
Leading others to ditch.
Christ bearers are meek, humble and transparent,
Not greedy and proud,
Since when does big hair, gold watches and rings,
Manifest God’s shroud?
Preachers will talk about other organizational sin,
Like Wall Street’s meltdown,
And never mention once their own financial darkness,
To which God gives frown.
When ministry leaders interview sycophant guests,
On their product show,
It’s never for correction, but approval of all they do,
And book sales to go.
TV ministry leaders just seem too self-occupied,
To of anything repent,
Boasting and bragging so much they don’t wonder,
Where Jesus Christ went.
For fifty years the televangelists,
Have shunned all correction,
Now to preserve by all means power,
Is their gospel connection.
God is supremely flexible, they: infinitely rigid,
Now then, what is more mature,
Fixed rules helping elites, or guidelines for all?
And whose Bible will endure?
God’s Bible has a complete sixty-six books,
With hundreds of pages,
Do we worship a few lines misinterpreted,
Or the wisdom of ages?
Truly, Jesus wants to manifest Himself now,
In every man, woman, boy and girl,
He just can’t do it in today’s televangelists,
In love with themselves and the world.
Who killed the Christ,
Not two-thousand years ago,
But who killed the Christ,
On the Christian TV show?
Step Aside
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/7/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Once I watched a billionaire Christian TV preacher true,
Explain to all that “poor and humble” just won’t do,
I asked him, Was he not surely letting in pride?
He looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I watched the world’s most famous healing man,
Reach for a Five Star glamour life as much as he can,
I asked him, Wasn’t he taking donors for a ride?
He looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I saw a famous evangelist at his megalopolis event,
With almost every Christian sign conspicuously absent,
I asked him, This switch-bait tactic, you don’t deride?
He looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I saw the big family of the biggest Christian network,
Where entertainment was the king and truth had to lurk,
I asked them, Must in ways of the world you confide?
They looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I saw Christian ministries broadcasting by the dozen,
Each similarly compromised, almost like a witch coven,
I asked them, How can you in falseness have relied?
They looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I saw striving preachers in developing countries remote,
Where corruption has always had their sheep by the throat,
I asked them, These broadcasters, you see they have lied?
They looked me in the eye and said, Step aside.
Then I said, Woe is me, I am the Spirit of Truth defied,
Who believes in me truly? Who’ll stand by my side?
The remnant, God’s seers, whom to self have died,
Looked me in the eye and said, We abide.
Then I saw the great remnant rising up to stoically restore,
Me, the Spirit of Truth, back in God’s people once more,
I asked them, Against darkness how turn you the tide?
They looked Me in the eye and said, We abide.
Now, the answer to most problems is more maturity,
And with My Spirit of Truth lives calm surety,
Will you buy the easy Christian way cried?
Will you, like them, tell Me, Step aside?
For In That Day of great abiding when saints of Christ-in-You are in,
And We decide just who-in-Christ is without and who is within,
We will echo back to whom on earth to their God replied,
Step aside: STEP ASIDE. But to abide: ABIDE!
We’re Fully Invested
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/7/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We’re fully invested,
In the lie of the day,
We’re fully invested,
It will turn out okay.
Billions of dollars invested,
In broadcast facilities,
To tell the world hurting,
God is a God of ease.
Got a problem?
Send us a buck,
We guarantee you,
God’s good luck!
Got more problems?
Send bucks a’plenty,
We guarantee you,
Heaven’s full bounty.
It’s like stealing candy,
From a little baby,
Works perfect… if we are,
Not infantile crazy.
Trouble is that time over time,
That’s what time says,
We implode, blow up, crash,
Our greed out of days.
So all that’s left,
For our preaching empire,
Is to admit the truth,
Our rock has been mire.
We were wrong about seed faith,
And no one will be raptured,
Wrong also about eternal security,
And how your money we captured.
We were wrong about the future,
There’s no six-six-six to fear,
Other than our spirit, soul and body’s marking,
As to who with God isn’t near.
We were wrong about most everything,
Except God’s good past,
For error God blinded us to the future,
Until we repent at last.
But wait! Repent we cannot!
In pride we’re invested!
Instead we’ll gamble we won’t implode,
We cannot be bested.
We don’t believe that,
God really has had enough,
Of our selfish shenanigans or,
He can choose to be tough.
We’re fully invested,
In the lie of the day,
We’re fully invested,
It will turn out okay.
So send us more money,
And make the same bet,
We’re upping the ante,
Lest God should forget.
If There is No Eternal Security
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/8/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
If there is no eternal security,
What is the exception to the rule?
Are there those God sees,
Who would not try to Him fool?
Well, Jesus pointed out Nathaneal,
In whom was no guile.
Surely then such an honest man,
Would make God smile.
But many of us would, if we could,
Take every advantage,
God knows this ugly truth,
From His king seat vantage.
Perhaps some guileless blokes,
Created the Protestant Creed,
That most all get to heaven,
By word not deed.
This might be true but only for exception,
So not a rule for all,
This wrong belief has caused multitudes,
To horribly fall.
Just look around,
You’ll see,
Indulgence, greed, selfishness,
Is king.
Much of the world remains mostly hellish,
Because nothing matters,
Nothing matters because the world believes,
Doctrines of mad hatters.
Faith without works is dead,
Unless we are the unique exception to the rule,
We had better fear and dread,
By our deedless words whom we think we fool.
Don’t!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/9/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Don’t cheat the heart of a country western singer,
Don’t preach seed faith shenanigans to a widow,
Your life will be a top country song ringer,
Or you will repent of get-giving sorrow.
Don’t lust after your neighbor’s wife,
Don’t preach about rapture’s fear,
A husband might take your life,
Or God might end your career.
Don’t do what always doesn’t work,
Don’t preach jabberwocky stew,
People will think you’re a jerk,
Or God will embarrass you.
Don’t hate correction coming from others,
Don’t preach, Wave high that check!
God knows how to blow covers,
Or let pride be our wreck.
Don’t be rigidly righteous about anything,
Don’t preach mad, proud or bombastic,
God is a surprisingly flexible king,
In humility is the fantastic.
Don’t think much too highly about yourself,
Don’t preach just from one Bible verse,
God puts us high or low on the shelf,
Let Him choose to bless or curse.
Don’t ever think that you know it all,
Or preach that you can’t be wrong,
God lets pride cause our fall,
In humility we are strong.
Don’t run with the fool herd over the cliff,
Don’t preach wayward doxies of fear or greed,
Don’t be in hell sadly saying, Only if,
To truth and truth’s seers I paid heed.
I Am the Remnant
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/10/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
(II Cor. 2:15-16)
I am the remnant, and to you maybe,
I look like hell,
I am the remnant, and to you maybe,
I also smell.
Yes, Paul talked about it, how you might,
See and smell in reverse,
My job on earth might be to turn you about,
To change your life’s course.
But perhaps you don’t see it at all that way,
No, you’ll not listen to me!
If you don’t self-critique and you’re rigid,
No, you’ll see it differently!
You’ll kick me out of your lovely church,
For not going along,
With dishonor to Father God, His Spirit,
And His Holy Son.
If you worship weakness, if you worship fear,
If you worship even greed,
Your doxies are out of whack. In emotion,
You fill your church need.
If you lift a scripture here, if you lift one there,
Never mind your spirit,
If I say, Look at your behavior! Well then,
You really won’t hear it.
If I say, Look at the ancient paths they,
Didn’t have this stuff,
Then you’ll show how to be strong,
And be quite tough.
You’ll justify doing what you can to silence me,
Anything expedient really,
So you can go back to loving each other again,
No nice and touchy feely.
And you’ll forget that ugly, stinky remnant man,
Who bothered your soul,
But I hope and I pray you remember me in time,
And not in hell’s hole.
Playing at church is not a good game,
For well educated people,
Satan simply puts his wolves in charge,
Making meal of sheeple.
You think I’m way too rough, I don’t have love,
I’m too much to bear,
Brothers, sisters wake up! You’re being devoured,
The lion has left lair.
Still, you say it’s really too much to honestly take,
Little you think you lack,
Okay. Farewell! But are you sure you’re blessed,
By giving me the back?
Your pastors have told you, In That Day,
Deception would be high,
Then they sell you crazy thoughts, easy ways,
Making God not nigh.
I come along with cogent truth, Father’s doctrines,
For God’s indwelling help,
Your leaders say I’m like antichrist himself, or
Perhaps his evil whelp.
Read your Bibles, brothers and sisters, not your,
TV leader’s next new book,
If you want to truly see and discover the times,
In holy ancient paths look.
Then you might discover to your surprise,
By golly,
That ugly, stinky remnant man had truth,
Not folly.
Then that cursed stink and look you have seen on me,
Will transform somehow,
From looking better remnant man to former friends,
You see in the ditch now.
I am the remnant, maybe you too, but others might,
Say we look like hell,
I am the remnant, maybe you too, but others might,
Say we also smell.
How Much Verity in Vanity Can be Found?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/11/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How much verity in vanity can be found?
I asked this question to my Lord so sound.
He said, Who asks this question profound?
I said, Just me, since no one else is around.
He said, Are you asking about what makes Me often frown?
Are you asking of broadcast preachers making sheep bound?
Are you asking what I want now corrected or shut down?
You’ve got Me stirred up. What do you want, My son?
Sorry, Jesus, for the trouble.
TV broadcast seems in a bubble.
It seems almost ungovernable.
For every truth, vanity is double.
Double, Hah! Roared the Lord.
Hundred fold vanity have they scored!
Their message makes My heaven bored,
Their prideful vanity is an ox un-gored.
So verity and vanity cannot be mixed?
And broadcast ministry cannot be fixed?
The Lord said, Son it is much bewitched,
But I, the Lord, can un-ditch the ditched.
How, I asked, can this be done?
With lots of pain, said God’s Son.
When pain over pride has won,
The restoration will have begun.
I asked, You’ll send pain their way?
No, They have already got it today.
Their wrong thoughts keep help at bay,
We repent of wrong doxies, They’ll say.
When, when will they let more of truth in?
When they say, Fear and greed are both sin,
Rapture and prosperity we chuck in the bin,
We all repudiate our false doxies in loud din!
Then will verity beat vanity at last,
The corrected will in truth stand fast,
Then I abide in truth for Father’s task,
Thank you, son, for what you have asked.
Who will and won’t make Your abiding?
The answer to this has everything riding!
Son, the hopeless have inside pride hiding,jl
But the humble and contrite are God siding.
He Can’t be Right
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/12/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
He can’t be right,
This fellow,
Opposed to so much,
From Reno,
He’s against fear and greed,
You know,
The widely broadcast Christian creed,
We hallow.
If he’s right then,
We’re wrong.
And we will not ever play,
That song.
So we ignore all correction,
Day long.
We’re quite sure for us no bell from hell,
Will dong.
Between him, us and God,
Who’s in?
Between time and truth,
Who’ll win?
No one tells us ever in broadcast,
We sin.
Join us in Christian fear and greed,
Buy in!
Money in millions we have,
(Ill-gotten dollars.)
Viewers in millions we have,
(Ill-gotten collars.)
Antennas in thousands we have,
(Ill-gotten towers.)
Satellites in hundreds we have,
(Ill-gotten powers.)
What has he got?
No proof.
What does he speak?
The truth?
What does he want us to do?
Err forsooth.
At the end of the day what will we do?
Not move.
If push comes to shove we,
Will balk.
After all, he’s just a man,
With talk.
No one can make us walk,
The walk.
Bottom line is that only ourselves,
We exalt.
We ask and get the poor to make,
Us rich!
And if greed doesn’t work then fear is,
The fix!
We provide either Rapture or Prosperity,
Any mix!
We perfectly broadcast how very precisely,
God ticks!
God is really in,
Our pocket.
Inside our pocket is God inside,
Our locket.
This Reno man has for us a warning?
We mock it.
We alone broadcast God’s truth because,
We bought it.
When Evil Spirits in Me Rise Up
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/13/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Brothers! I’m a very rich evangelist,
So I’m really something!
But when evil spirits in me rise up,
I actually do nothing.
I teach my TV viewers when my,
Five-Star demons arise,
I do nothing at all to fight them,
I’d rather compromise.
I teach the gospel lite, you know,
Without holiness,
So that my many followers follow,
Withal worldliness.
And here’s how it works,
When devils rise up,
Don’t fight ‘em, don’t spite ‘em,
Immediately give up!
I, like my brothers in broadcast, love mammon,
Those spirits kill us!
When envy, greed or spirits of avarice appear,
Then out goes Jesus!
Truly, we don’t fight evil in us,
We just preach the gospel,
That’s why inside our pretty cups,
It’s so abominably awful.
When my famous evil spirits in me rise up,
I’m supposed to say, No!
But now we sort of just laugh at the Lord,
My inner demons say, Go!
So behold, when my evil spirits in me rise up,
It’s the unspoken elephant in the room,
Then watch: I say I am such a great man of God,
Each nodding soul gets a pachyderm!
And that’s how it works,
When evil spirits arise,
Pray them out, stop them,
Or do like me, realize:
Christianity is a game of words,
Not deeds of honor,
When evil spirits arise, be happy,
Be a ghoulish goner!
Honestly, a child or a dog knows,
What spirits we are of,
But my audience is brainwashed,
They believe I’m above.
I’m above the job of watching who I am,
Can Jesus completely indwell me?
Frankly, I don’t care. I don’t give a damn,
I worship the spirits of Prosperity.
Now, some fool might tell you, brothers,
When evil in you comes through,
Fight it down, kick it out and as a reward,
Jesus will abide closer in you.
That’s the truth no rich hypocrite televangelist,
Can ever honestly tell,
We hypocrite leaders have un-fought demons,
Who want you in hell.
So send me money, give me reward,
For the demons I’m packing!
Immerse yourself in me and my gospel,
Nothing, I say, is lacking!
We are just weird as hell,
Strangely demon infested,
And now you know why,
You be likewise invested!
Never, ever watch what spirits you are of,
That is our cult!
Believe our gospel lite, and forever lock in,
The same result!
Why is Everything Better But Religion?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/15/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Have you noticed friend?
We’re having fun,
With most activities except,
Well, religion.
Perhaps God just struggles to be,
Keeping time,
With mankind’s bold inventions,
More sublime.
We have cell phones, computers,
The internet,
Jumbo planes, rockets to Mars,
Everything, yet.
Yet is God stuck,
In first gear?
His Christian religion,
Cannot hear?
We need religious improvements,
Right now!
The world is dying in its very soul,
Somehow.
Is God the problem,
Once again?
Or could it be perhaps,
Religious man?
Religious man believes fixed rules,
God has guidelines.
Religious man believes tithing absolute,
God says, Sometimes.
Religious man believes Give-to-Get,
God mocks the rule,
Religious man says, Sow a seed to your need!
God says, What a fool.
What a fool, God says of man,
Who binds God up.
God would tell such a man,
Please shut up.
Religious man says, Rapture will come,
Immediately!
God says, The word is not in the Bible,
Look and see.
Religious man blinds himself with rapture,
And can’t see God’s future,
God says, I gave man good spiritual sight,
To be a future-seeing creature.
So God in wisdom is able to work with,
Whom He can,
And that is scientific, intelligent, beloved
Creative man.
God can’t work with lost and self-cursed religious man,
Right now,
To believe wrong doxies is this rigidly rebellious man’s,
Proud vow.
So life continues with astonishing improvements,
So technologically grand.
But heaven weeps for mankind’s demise of soul,
So religiously planned.
What is weirder still is religious man using,
Technology,
To broadcast his cave man’s witchcraft ideas,
Globally.
So one hundred-twenty nations are covered,
With mixed ideas about God,
They must discern for themselves between,
What is true and what is odd.
Perhaps this is God’s good plan,
All along,
We must not in faith be weak,
But be strong.
I Lit a Fire of My Own Making
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/15/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Isaiah 50:11
I lit a fire of my own making,
For all the world to see,
I lit a fire of my own making,
And an angel came to me.
How did you kindle this fire? My son,
The angel of me asked.
I said it was not such an easy job,
Difficult was the task.
I ripped pages out of my lectern Bible,
About Christ’s indwelling return,
Then the flames really caught hold,
God’s abiding pages quickly burn!
So what do you use to preach from?
The angel asked incredulously.
I preach from books written by man,
About rapture and prosperity.
Preacher, the angel said, those doxies,
Are full of greed and fear.
Maybe so, I said. But wow! They really,
Draw the kingdom near!
Which kingdom, asked the angel,
Draws fear and greed nigh?
I don’t know, I replied, but it sure,
Makes people really buy!
They buy into this bonfire here,
Made with pages of the Bible.
This fire we broadcast worldwide,
We think it has no rival.
Just one, said the angel,
Your rival is God’s truth.
So much truth you burn,
It’s God Spirit you forsooth.
But I said, Now angel, How dare you,
To chasten me or rebuke?
I rip Revelation Three: Nineteen out now,
It burns brightest, look!
Your fire burns not for heaven’s glory,
But your own vanity,
With each page of the Bible you burn,
You burn your sanity.
Behold now, your ministry implode,
In immorality and lust,
Even as your bonfire grows higher,
It cannot forever last.
You’ll run out of Bible pages to burn,
And also out of time,
Wise people will have enough of you,
And your selfish kind.
Each day in hell you will regret,
Each truth you burned,
You’ll cry in darkness, When it was light,
If only I had learned.
Sure enough, the angel left,
And my fire went out.
So I asked for a million dollars,
From my donors devout.
So people, believe me or the angel,
What have you got to lose?
Look at me, I am worth a billion!
Which now do you choose?
Isaiah 50:11 (Amplified) Behold, all you [enemies of your own selves] who attempt to kindle your own fires [and work out your own plans of salvation], who surround and gird yourselves with momentary sparks, darts, and firebrands that you set aflame!--walk by the light of your self-made fire and of the sparks that you have kindled [for yourself, if you will]! But this shall you have from My hand: you shall lie down in grief and in torment.
I Died and Went to Heaven
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/16/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I died and went to heaven,
And boy was I surprised,
It wasn’t as I had thought,
Nothing like I surmised.
First thing that I discover,
Wherever I look,
Is that heaven is run by,
Earth’s Bible book!
Father’s will in heaven,
Is, of course, done,
But Father’s will on earth,
Has just begun.
When I was back alive on earth,
Whatever good I said,
Was with heaven’s full resources,
Wonderfully obeyed.
Saints from heaven in clouds,
I could not see,
In the invisible spiritual air,
Often helped me.
But when I was on earth,
And said something bad,
Hell’s resources jumped up,
And did what I said.
Luckily for me,
When I died,
That God was with me,
Satisfied.
So now I’m with the,
Saints in the air,
Demonstrating spiritually,
God’s loving care.
But things now on earth,
Are curious,
God is well, let’s say,
Quite furious.
His help, angels’ help,
And even mine,
Is frustrated by many a,
Preacher’s mind.
Mistakenly the preachers,
Often do say,
Jesus is coming to take,
People away.
Nothing, I tell you, could be,
More wrong!
But it is broadcast worldwide,
So strong!
People on earth think,
Saints come in the air,
Is not me, but them,
Raptured without care.
So people become lazy,
And don’t pray,
Nor do they say much,
They should say.
Satan and his great hordes,
Jump in full action,
When rapture is called to,
Their satisfaction.
What hurts the very most is,
I’m assigned to my kin,
Who believing in rapture,
I can so little help them.
The saints’ job in heaven,
Is to help Jesus quickly indwell,
Our beloved on earth,
Who yet might believe doctrines of hell.
We are hoping that on earth,
For truth to soon sell,
And lying doctrines to die,
So we make earth well.
It’s our job in heaven to make,
Jesus’ indwelling come to pass,
When preachers preach truth,
Jesus can return in souls on earth fast.
So brothers, the future is not terribly complicated,
Or full of fearful intrigue,
Jesus returns in souls with saints like me bringing,
Heaven to earth: Father’s need.
Big Shot Megillah Ministers of Three and a Half
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/17/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Daniel 12:6-7 and Revelation 12:13-15
We are Big Shot Megillah Ministers,
Of just Three and a Half,
We are fat, full of hot air and ourselves,
And time, times and a half!
It’s the number for us,
And I pray also now you!
It’s the number for us,
Knowing not what we do.
We’re incomplete,
So it’s repeat.
Do it again and,
Think it’s neat.
Why three and a half?
Why the number?
It’s half of Seven:
Perfect wonder.
Seven is perfect,
And complete.
We’re half-baked,
Must repeat.
Until we see exactly just,
What the spirits we’re of,
And all our wrong doxies,
From under, not above.
We’ll preach prosperity,
And be blind to greed,
We’ll preach rapture,
Not seeing fear’s seed.
Or we’ll jabberwocky talk nonsense about,
Nothing that’s something new,
Dominion, Third Wave, Prophecy, Emotion:
Any flood of witch’s brew.
We’ll preach on God,
But not bring Him nigh,
And never think it’s odd,
Or think of lies we buy.
We buy Three and a Half,
Nothing ever changes.
All in life is inevitable,
God never rearranges.
In fact, God isn’t alive,
To indwell us quickly,
To us, religion is jive,
And kind of sickly.
Three and a Half,
We love it so.
Send us money,
Make ours grow.
Three and a Half,
Seed Faith Shenanigans,
Three and a Half,
Worship doctrines of man.
Three and a Half,
Fear rapture or the beast,
Three and a Half,
Boom-bust feelings feast.
Three and a Half,
We’re crazy and odd,
Three and a Half,
We don’t broadcast God.
Three and a Half,
For fifty years without change,
Three and a Half,
Gold, big hair, egos deranged.
Three and a Half,
Don’t see: Our repetition is nuts,
Three and a Half,
Don’t see: We’re stuck in bad ruts.
Look! Over there, you see,
People in God, like heaven!
Ignore them, hate them, spite them!
They have found Seven.
We’re Three and a Half’ers,
Stuck in endless hell,
Don’t ever tell us, friend,
God can truly indwell!
Three and a Half,
We’re telling you it’s the highest, happiest number!
Three and a Half,
All hail godless, endless loop religion with slumber!
Let’s Play Church!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/18/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Jeremiah 48:10
Let’s play church,
And say nothing’s wrong!
Let’s play church,
While I do something strong!
I’ll play with NLP,
Nuero-Linguistic Programming,
To get rich with TV,
Hoping myself I’m not damning.
I’m propagandizing Christianity,
With NLP subconscious tricks,
I’m not sure God is always happy,
With my psycho-charisma mix.
For decades we broadcast ministers,
Through trial and error found,
Nothing beats hidden psychic processes,
To make big bucks abound.
So all is braggadocios well,
With our psychic kicks,
God’s gospel is heard world round,
And we get quite rich.
But wait! What happens,
Oh, I wonder,
If duplicitous politicians,
Steal our thunder?
We ravenous wolves in sheep’s clothing,
Have ruined our sheep’s ears,
Now dictators, tyrants, madmen could,
Do what we’ve done for years.
Our demonic plan to,
Self aggrandize,
Makes us rich at the,
World’s poor demise.
We can’t say Obama,
Uses our techniques,
‘Cause then our church would have,
Wailing sheep shrieks.
No, we can’t do anything,
Within our closed up ranks,
But send our cash and gold,
To discreet offshore banks.
Privately we might say to each other,
We were piggish and sloppy,
We dumbed down our sheep to a point,
They chose for leaders our copy.
At this point we sure as hell,
Can’t make mea culpas,
We’ll keep flying in private jets,
With sisters and brothers.
The high-flying, self-absorbed elite of the world,
You serve to sustain,
We sell you powerfully veiled lies that you buy,
Your cash, our domain.
Billie Holiday sang, Them that’s got shall get,
Now you know how,
We have powerful psychic tools to control fools,
To us you must bow.
Obama does it with politics,
We with religion,
Hidden mind games and words,
Puts us in position.
Yes, Barack Obama has learned much wrong,
From that Wright,
His black pastor of linguistic thinking:
Dim is bright.
We have no fear of God,
And neither should you,
If you want our respect,
Learn just who to screw.
So now let’s play church,
And say nothing’s wrong!
Be mentored by me,
While we do the sheep strong!
And even Kenyans can learn in this,
Through the agony of exposure,
Just who is a truth and God bearer,
And who would abuse them as poser.
And don’t ask me what Jesus might opine,
This is just what I say,
Pshaw. Fiddlesticks. Rome burns,
Who hears God anyway?
On Putting God’s Message in the Trough So the Pigs Can Eat It
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/19/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
1 Corinthians 2:3-5
When an arch-typical Christian broadcast leader,
Said what he reportedly said,
To put God’s message “in the trough so the pigs can eat it!”
Here is the thing to dread.
Making the message of Christ so dumb,
That funds are easy,
Consequently makes souls of the listeners,
Worse than queasy.
Their ears dumbed down,
Their heads turned ‘round,
Their pockets emptied,
Their future un-safety’d,
Their lie-detection disabled,
Their evil leaders enabled,
God’s trusting sheep are thus happily enslaved,
Not with iron shackles but with thoughts engraved.
So one female televangelist,
To hypnotically,
Deep-trance induct,
Quickly and easily,
Using classic pacing methods of,
Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
And stage-hypnosis techniques,
Repeatedly says,
These mantras:
“How many of you have had a bad thing happen?
“Well, I’m here to tell you: GOD IS GOOD!”
And she repeats this hypnotic,
Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
Twenty or thirty times,
Each time,
Substituting different ills,
In the mantra.
And she proudly asserts,
She is by these low-level truths,
An irreproachable leader,
Regarding century-old problems,
That have humbled,
Earth’s collective wisdom.
She controls thoughts,
And emotions,
And gains money,
And power,
Without the higher truths,
Of God in religion.
Their ears dumbed down,
Their heads turned ‘round,
Their pockets emptied,
Their future un-safety’d,
Their lie-detection disabled,
Their evil leaders enabled,
God’s trusting sheep are thus happily enslaved,
Not with iron shackles but with thoughts engraved.
So candidate Barack Obama,
To hypnotically,
Deep-trance induct,
Quickly and easily,
Using classic pacing methods of,
Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
And stage-hypnosis techniques,
Repeatedly says,
These mantras:
“I’m here to tell you,
“Now I have come,
“I stand before you,”
“My voice is being heard,”
“I can stand here and say,”
“That’s why I stand here tonight,”
“Now is the time,”
“This moment,”
“That is the only reason I am standing here tonight,”
And he proudly asserts,
He is by these low-level truths,
An irreproachable leader,
Regarding century-old problems,
That have humbled,
Earth’s collective wisdom.
He thus controls thoughts,
And emotions,
And gains money,
And power,
Without the higher truths,
Of God in leadership.
Their ears dumbed down,
Their heads turned ‘round,
Their pockets emptied,
Their future un-safety’d,
Their lie-detection disabled,
Their evil leaders enabled,
God’s trusting sheep are thus happily enslaved,
Not with iron shackles but with thoughts engraved.
All such archetype leaders,
In either religion or politics,
Use these mind-control methods,
In opacity, in darkness.
They never tell their audience,
Their words are mind-game tricks.
Because if they did,
The people would,
Deny them,
Power.
And for such low faith leaders,
Who don’t understand,
Moses or Abraham Lincoln,
They must necessarily,
Deceive.
Their ears dumbed down,
Their heads turned ‘round,
Their pockets emptied,
Their future un-safety’d,
Their lie-detection disabled,
Their evil leaders enabled,
God’s trusting sheep are thus happily enslaved,
Not with iron shackles but with thoughts engraved.
John McCain said,
“I have been,
“An imperfect servant,
“Of my country,
“For many years...
“I… thank God,
“For the privilege.”
Jesus Christ said,
“Why callest thou,
“Me good?
“There is none,
“Good but one,
“That is, God.”
But such examples,
In humility are lost,
To ears deafened,
By demagoguery.
With NLP, Who Knows Wrong from Wright?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/19/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
1 Corinthians 2:3-5
If Barack Obama wins in 2008,
Thank the American televangelists,
Thank the American televangelists,
Thank the American televangelists,
If Barack Obama wins in 2008,
Thank the American televangelists who don’t know wrong from Wright.
Which American televangelists don’t know wrong from Wright?
The ones that use Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
The ones that use Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
The ones that use Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
Which American televangelists don’t know wrong from Wright?
The ones that use NLP to get money that makes everything Wright.
Obama learned NLP for 20 years from Wright,
But televangelists learned NLP for 50 years from each other,
But televangelists learned NLP for 50 years from each other,
But televangelists learned NLP for 50 years from each other,
Obama learned LNP for 20 years from Wright,
So now our nation has trouble telling wrong from Wright.
It just so happens, God’s orthodox believers often know wrong from Wright,
God protects the minds and souls of the orthodox,
God protects the minds and souls of the orthodox,
God protects the minds and souls of the orthodox,
It just so happens, God’s orthodox believers often know wrong from Wright, If they have not worshipped at the deceptive altar of NLP.
Why don’t more orthodox believers use Neuro-Linguistic Programming?
Since so many Christian televangelists love NLP!
Since so many Christian televangelists love NLP!
Since so many Christian televangelists love NLP!
Why don’t more orthodox believers use Neuro-Linguistic Programming?
Because orthodox believers have more faith in God.
So many Christian televangelists use NLP to get their money,
Because they lack faith in God,
Because they lack faith in God,
Because they lack faith in God,
So many Christian televangelists use NLP to get their money,
And they neither know nor care about truly feeding God’s sheep.
You can’t truly feed sheep by using Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
You just feed sheep your ego,
You just feed sheep your ego,
You just feed sheep your ego,
You can’t truly feed sheep by using Neuro-Linguistic Programming,
You just make your sheep into prey for other wolves.
Sheep spiritually blinded by NLP wolves are at risk,
NLP-blinded sheep will follow and love other NLP demagogues,
NLP-blinded sheep will follow and love other NLP demagogues,
NLP-blinded sheep will follow and love other NLP demagogues,
Sheep spiritually blinded by NLP wolves are at risk,
God help any people so governed in religion and politics.
True religion or political leadership is supposed to teach wrong from Wright,
But NLP leaders justify themselves and their money and power!
But NLP leaders justify themselves and their money and power!
But NLP leaders justify themselves and their money and power!
True religion or political leadership is supposed to teach wrong from Wright,
But now our nation needs more than demagogues with money and power.
When will NLP leaders speak truth against NLP demagoguery?
When NLP leaders come clean and repent!
When NLP leaders come clean and repent!
When NLP leaders come clean and repent!
When will NLP leaders speak truth against NLP demagoguery?
They oft can’t because pride keeps them from repentance.
The Word! The Word! The Word!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/27/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
TV Preachers do most everything today,
But recanting,
Because, The Word! The Word! The Word!
They’re chanting,
Thinking like scribes and Pharisees,
They’re lacking,
Nothing at all: But actually they may lack,
God’s backing.
This is how preachers of the word,
Become demented,
While a perfect image of themselves,
Becomes cemented,
They’re gone off on one strange bit,
Or another,
And become glued to the strangeness,
Like a brother.
So it’s prosperity unto greed,
They don’t see,
Or it’s rapture unto fear,
Mostly likely,
Or intellectualism unto idolatry,
The poor fools,
Or jabberwocky prophesy babbling,
Such ugly jewels.
But who can say,
Stop! You’re Wrong!
They’ll only say,
You don’t belong!
So they stay bent,
Until that day,
Of the Lord’s wrath,
Shows the way.
So with prayers of multitudes a Senator investigates,
Avarice profligate,
Or a drunk, adulterer, healing shaman is exposed,
As sinner not saint.
Even then these leaders will astonishingly refuse,
God’s true living word,
For them their idolized, dead Bible letters somehow,
Are more preferred.
To them God is just who,
They say He is,
He’s obedient to what they say,
And only that biz,
When God tries to wake them up,
Slap them around,
They won’t have it, They say it is,
Satan they’ve found.
So they say they only believe,
The word,
But when God manifests, they
Haven’t heard,
Their minds are actually not Christ like,
No, not at all,
Immerse yourself like they command,
And you’ll fall.
They are stuck in an ugly, ungodly,
Endless loop,
They believe a strange word without,
God’s fruit,
Of correction, humility and quick,
Death to pride,
Dead-word ministers only with Satan,
Do abide.
The Sweat of Other Men’s Faces
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/28/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Redacted from Abraham Lincoln’s 2nd Inaugural Address
and Matthew 18:7
Prosperity’s creed is to ask for bread,
From the sweat of other men’s faces,
And promise them all great nebulous returns,
Of God-sent cash without sweat’s traces.
This is the new touchstone,
Of American mental slavery,
Promulgated by broadcast,
Of dented ministry knavery.
With trickery of speech,
And trickery of mind,
Wolves in sheep’s clothing,
Take all they can find.
Until false shepherds have thus prepared,
Each sheep’s mind,
To be enslaved by a political man,
Of same kind.
So whereas Abraham Lincoln,
Emancipated slaves,
Low-level Christian broadcasters,
Promulgate naives.
Do low-level televangelists immerse believers in,
Repeated low-level facts?
Then so do low-level politicians mesmerize crowds,
Hiding great truths they ax!
Is a low-level televangelist,
Duplicitous and self-serving?
Then so is a low-level politician,
Rule of law deconstructing.
Woe unto the world,
Because of offences!
Yet offences must come,
That our gut wrenches.
To wrench out pride from religion,
And pride from politics,
That either one or the other might,
Let Jesus come quick.
But the scriptures say, Woe to that man,
By whose actions offence cometh,
Preachers who for gain dumb-down sheep,
And put the next tyrant on summit.
But now is perhaps God’s appointed time,
For woe to really come due,
To every cheap preacher or politician,
Who breaks God’s high rule.
That good shepherds and politicians,
Truly feed and truly free sheep,
While wayward leaders eat underlings,
Keeping mind-shackles hidden deep.
God forbid that the world would one sunny day,
Wake to find,
American slavery has been stealthily exported,
To the mind.
So now fondly we hope,
And fervently we pray,
The greatest truths of God,
Are learned in this day.
And that America, the land of the free,
And home of the brave,
Would export God’s most high truths,
And this dear world save.
Since 1776, America’s best and greatest export,
Is liberty of thought,
And mutual dedication to its imposition on our character,
How freedom is wrought.
Truly, man is freest when,
Himself he constrains,
He thus earns his own bread,
For none other’s he strains.
He loves his neighbor, loves justice,
Believes in peace and law,
He honors all that is good, shuns evil,
And thus gives liberty awe.
Have I Fed Your Sheep, Lord?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/2/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Have I fed Your sheep, Lord,
With In That Day Teachings,
Or have I amassed vain years,
Of much too far reachings?
Time continues to prove,
In That Day Teachings true,
But with time: No popularity,
Just more I seem to rue.
I rue that an American Presidential contender,
Would not seem to himself know,
It is bad for him to say with pride of nature,
He has a healthy ego.
He probably learned that in church,
From his proud minister,
Who learned it from Christian broadcasts,
Which have been sinister.
So my teachings profoundly say,
Again and again,
What is taught by Christians worldwide,
Is oft errors of men.
Our Christian leaders somehow know,
Something big must happen,
That the event is their own repentance,
Makes them only frightened.
Fright our Christian leaders have,
Of the hard truth,
They’ve invested much in lies,
With much to lose.
So shenanigan ministry of all flavors,
Continues unopposed, unabated,
While shenanigan politics wins all favors,
Thanks to Christian broadcast wastage.
Our Christian leaders want,
A prophetic blessing,
But only false prophets give,
Sycophant vetting.
Our Christian leaders won’t admit,
Their cheap broadcast ministry tricks,
Make their sheep evermore blinded,
To tyranny’s politic mix.
Whereas true liberty is dedication,
To mutual imposed self-restraint,
Our false seed faith ministry heads,
Make the most selfish, greedy man saint.
Thus they feed their healthy egos,
To their starving sheep,
Their sheep nurture their own egos,
And I see this and weep.
Have I fed God’s sheep,
As Jesus commanded?
Time will tell who’ll be praised,
Or be reprimanded.
If the In That Day Teachings,
Are too bitter for most,
What will happen to the world,
Giving tyrants a toast?
Christians are taught to praise,
Their stage hypnotist leaders,
And I say, Stop! Don’t let them,
On you be a leech feeder!
I say the wolves in sheep’s clothing,
Are daily eating sheep,
I say repent, turn around, wail,
See truth and be free!
But the American black church leaders,
Cling to puerile, foolish, mojo-jive,
Intellectuals pride, prophets jabberwocky,
Anything but God in them alive.
Everybody wants anything,
But Christ in them now,
Leaders teach abomination,
To sheep anyhow.
Thus with myriads of these true patterns,
I feed sheep to see,
But only strong desire to eat truth,
Lets a soul be free.
Have I truly fed sheep, Lord,
Or just made offence?
I’m guilty of great anger,
And lacking good sense.
I need Your strong, good sense,
To earn way in this world,
Balance in my weak life,
Is far, far from unfurled.
I repent, dear Lord,
At largely failing at task,
I must feed Your sheep,
It’s not too much to ask.
Who Can Kill the Fool Killer?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/4/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Who can kill the fool killer?
It’s impossible to try,
If a fool kills the fool killer,
His words will not die.
The fool killer speaks truth,
That bothers all fools,
They can kill the fool killer,
But his words are jewels.
Fools oft try to stop the fool killer,
By ignoring what he says,
But his words of truth will still,
Haunt fools all their days.
Fools pretend fool killers,
Do not exist,
So fools add folly,
To their proud list.
Fools believe their foolish course,
Doesn’t really matter,
Fool killers say, Everything matters,
Here and hereafter.
Still fools are confident and proud,
They can silence all fool killers around,
But the silence of fool killers,
Becomes more astonishingly profound.
Thus fools define themselves by mocking God,
His life and His sound,
But in eternity, in heaven, forever and ever,
No fools will be found.
For the fool killer is really a savior,
He is truly a good friend to find,
A fool has only ultimate solutions,
Being neither human nor kind.
Who can kill the fool killer?
It seems so easy:
Disbelieve the truth indwelt,
Live licentiously.
Then by foolish mental and spiritual consensus,
All the fool killers appear dead,
The only problem with such foolish thought is,
Escapists escape all but dread.
Spurs Off!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/4/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Spurs off!
We’ve reached heaven,
Our accounts!
Have grown like leaven.
Spurs off!
Throw them spurs away,
Years on!
We figured what to say.
Spurs off!
Don’t need ‘em no more.
We Relax!
We done well God’s chore.
Spurs off!
We preached lite gospel,
They said!
It ain’t truly possible.
Spurs off!
Our horse is good,
We’re rich!
Like old boys should.
Spurs off!
No need to goad us now,
We’re great!
We’re busy taking bow.
Spurs off!
No kicking against the goad here,
No fear!
Of our amazing hubris-filled career.
Spurs off!
No stopping, starting, guiding us,
We’re gods!
So quit that rebukin’, foolish fuss.
Truth, Spiritual Growth and Feculence
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/4/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Sometimes when viewers of televangelists,
Become more whole,
Some televangelists see more feculence,
In such viewers’ souls.
For as the percentage increases,
In viewers’ eyes to see,
Some televangelists think them,
As worse than crazy.
Because viewers of gospel shows,
Can innocently grow in God,
Then when they see bad in leaders,
Leaders view their viewers odd.
Jesus asked his listeners,
Questions quite often,
Televangelists never do this,
Fearing what’d happen.
Viewers might say they pray televangelists,
Might repent to achieve greater God indwelling,
Televangelists instead forget that and think,
Their gospel is predicated on one-way selling.
They say in effect, We allow viewers to support us,
As we say they should,
But we don’t allow any such lessers to ever correct us,
No one on earth could!
So the result is that such televangelists can make their silenced,
Pure hearted viewers feel real bad,
But when those same televangelists are in the outs, or jail or hell,
Who then, do you think is more sad?
God blesses all good things,
On this good earth,
But not televangelists who avoid rebuke,
For all their worth.
So then scripturally, who is not feculent,
Who is sure?
Simple: He whose God is truth and correction,
Not dollar.
Swing Like Tarzan, Punch Like Jane
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/6/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We live in a crazy swing-like-Tarzan,
Punch-like-Jane world,
Our leaders don’t have the moral flag,
It’s their job to unfurl.
Our politicians use weird stage hypnotism,
Learned from the pulpit,
Our teachers in college teach liberalism,
Like wooden-head puppets.
So our moral fiber is vanished,
Gone without trace,
We can’t hang a mass murderer,
If abortion has grace.
We cannot fight wars,
Against terrorists at all,
If we institute slavery,
Robbing Peter to pay Paul.
We cannot be a truly free people,
If our thoughts are enslaved,
By teachers, preachers and politicians,
Who mind-trap the naïve.
Leaders swing like Tarzan,
We worship them like God,
That they punch like Jane,
Never once we think odd.
But somewhere beyond,
In wild places grow,
Truth undefiled, humility,
And courage to know.
Right is right,
Wrong is wrong,
Those who know,
Become strong.
Enough is enough,
A lie is a lie,
Freedom shall live,
Slavery shall die.
Slavery of thought,
And deceit of mind,
Will be vanquished by,
Warriors of old kind.
Who vanquish evil,
For the job’s sake,
Nothing more they give,
Nothing more take.
Warriors for liberty,
Free spirit, mind and soul,
They give back life,
Taken by evil mind control.
Warriors for liberty,
Cut Tarzan’s lines,
And prove him a monkey,
Or a monkey’s behind.
All it takes is courage,
To call spade a spade,
And knowing hell on earth,
Can be un-made.
There are timeless truths in freedom,
But it comes at soul-cleansing cost,
The mass murderer must be hung,
And not another unborn lost.
A fake leader might swing like Tarzan,
Yet sound like a string-less guitar,
A true leader might look like nothing,
But be the Rock of Gibraltar.
No more of Tarzan’s threat of Jane punches,
Will we fear,
Once resurrected humanity says,
We are here.
Is the Core United?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/8/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Is the core united?
No, it’s quite confused.
Is the core united?
It misunderstands truths.
Is the core united?
It suffers great loss.
Is the core united?
It has no one boss.
Is the core united?
It has too much fear.
Is the core united?
Little is sincere.
Is the core united?
It despises the sword of the spirit.
Is the core united?
It nullifies the word and won’t hear it.
Is the core united?
It can’t be, it fears what’s right.
Is the core united?
Not until wrong has more might.
Is the core united?
Perhaps, after popular evil has had god-awful sway.
Is the core united?
Only the truth-loving, strong and unified restore God’s way.
How Shall We Ask?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/14/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How shall we ask of Jesus’ return?
Will it be literal?
Will it be spiritual?
Or in so asking, whom do we spurn?
Perhaps we spurn Jesus, who already comes,
And indwelt saints of past,
And indwelt saints now fast,
Who hear and obey to get God’s work done.
If we ask when the return of God will happen,
We’re assuming Jesus tarries,
While His beloved He marries,
And abides in, and lives in faith un-slackened.
Think what you want and live with your thought,
Believe Jesus comes quickly in remnant,
Or ask why God keeps Himself so distant,
Thus spiritually, we do what we can’t or ought.
Nothing of Man Grows to the Sky
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/17/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Nothing built by man grows to the sky,
Not you, not I.
Neither does our fame, money, nor land,
Grow infinite grand.
Yet some would have us believe,
Certain others have reprieve,
From the law of diminishing returns,
As ego monstrous burns.
Government, they say, can grow,
No one can tell it, No!
Ruling entities can grow to the sky,
No one can ask, Why?
Bigger is better, always they say,
But night ends every day,
Nothing is so large it cannot fail,
Wind rips the biggest sail.
Planets are consumed by black holes,
Tyrants have limited roles,
Big governments or big anythings,
Lose the right to be kings,
Only one thing reigns supreme,
When all have keeled, it is standing,
Pride loses every gargantuan task,
Humility wins at last, ‘er commanding.
And with humility is liberty,
Which is the right to be,
It beats the right to kill and enslave,
Liberty’s price is to be brave.
So nothing of man grows to the sky,
Only things of God go that high,
Long live humility and restraint of soul,
To purchase liberty to make us whole.
We Ain’t Dead Yet
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/18/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We ain’t dead yet,
Don’t you count us out,
This much we get,
There more life’s about.
Than winning the early rich, wealthy pot,
And having it all,
Where the more you have the less you got,
Without refined soul.
Soul comes from losing,
And not giving up,
Soul comes from bruising,
Yet finding faith’s grip.
We keep firm hold of what’s right,
While losing unfair games,
We start seeing with heaven’s sight,
While losing all remains.
All that remains of selfish desires,
Are purged away in heat,
We lose in carnal battle fires,
While by evil we are beat.
But if we hold onto good,
While hell comes out of us,
We don’t die like we should,
We are reborn like moths.
As beautiful as butterflies,
As strong as locomotive steel,
By witness destroying lies,
Creating lasting love that’s real.
Despite odds, we ain’t dead yet,
Which side of the gamble beckons?
Against our kind you shouldn’t bet,
The game is rigged more than reckons.
Despite odds, we ain’t dead yet,
Perhaps with us you may join,
And trade in your gambling chip set,
For a different realm coin.
Where you strangely cannot die yet,
Until you are fully reborn,
By losing against those who get,
And winning as you mourn.
Don’t Give Your Rights to Me
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/19/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Don’t give your rights to me,
I’ll hurt you if you do,
I sell SE-CUR-I-TY,
With old lies I tell you.
You have a right to earn your way,
I’ll take that if you will,
I’ll offer you comfort supreme,
But you’ll lose dignity instilled.
Instilled in man is dignity,
To make himself what he can,
Take that away with bribes,
And he becomes a lesser man.
I’ll offer you secure guarding,
And take your self-defense,
So you can be treated as geldings,
With feeble resistance.
I’ll offer you health,
As your sickness increases,
I’ll offer you wealth,
As your money decreases.
If you give me your rights,
To stand on your own two feet,
I’ll increase human blight,
By devouring four-legged sheep.
Your right to life and liberty,
And happy pursuits,
Is not really yours to sell me,
To rape and loot.
God gave you these rights of old,
Why then sell them?
I will stop your thinking bold,
Of true freedom.
Don’t give your rights to me,
Guard them with your life,
Know who you are: Fight guile,
With all your given might.
Bad is Good Grist for the Mill
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/20/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Bad is good grist for the mill of truth,
And the mill is overflowing,
Beware what the ghouls of guile sell,
And just whose soul is knowing.
God has a planet He really wants to inhabit,
But in it there are too few,
Who love God and man in right spirit mix,
And not in a witch’s brew.
Pirates hijacking pirates, hijacking pirates,
But which sea do people see?
Corruption from super tanker to think tank,
To cult-media mad simplicity.
Bad is actually, in fact, a spirit,
And so is good,
Disbelieve all that matters is matter,
Then be renewed.
Let’s believe in honor, truth and justice,
Though they can’t be proved right or wrong,
And embrace the tough virtues of God,
Where true love’s balance makes weak strong.
Let’s ignore end-times hawkers,
Who sell insanity schemes on bad news,
Rather let’s let Christ have our,
Hands, feet, mind: maturity He can use!
Is not maturity: bad news’ answer,
Every single time?
Then forsake ye not maturity,
With God’s mind sublime!
Behold, I come QUICKLY!
Yet you choke on this somehow,
Eat steak, oh ye babies,
For I AM lives in you: NOW!
Guile Says
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/21/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Guile says,
You can live like a king,
You can have everything.
Guile says,
If you want a setup nice,
Buy and learn from my advice.
Guile says,
Then others will pay you in turn,
Advice you bought from me to learn.
Guile says,
A bigger fool is always quite near,
Who’ll pay for whispers in his ear.
Guile says,
Great advantage will always be yours,
If you heed what my wisdom infers.
Guile says,
You will always be top dog of the ravening pack,
If true disciplined love of God and man you lack.
Guile says,
And if you lack basic logic that all can’t at once be king,
You will buy my wicked, take-every-evil-advantage scheme.
Guile says,
So, discover my popular ways to sell your soul,
And then slickly beguile others to believe you’re whole.
Guile says,
Thus, you can get the gullible poor to make you gazillions rich,
By having them believe God will multiply cash sent you by tricks.
Guile says,
Or boast and brag: You’re the sage of the age!
When in truth, my beguiled are mind-caged.
Guile says,
Now by doing all this, your soul is sold to my boss, Satan,
And you will live secluded, else people find you’re a cretin.
Guile says,
You see, there are big truths profound and little truths almost like lies,
With me, you will only sell the latter as the former disguised.
Guile says,
So get your great ideas from me, then preach, publish and profit!
There’s no guile like my guile, you blind others and then hawk it!
Guile says,
Get thee on the radio, TV, internet, videos, blogs, whatever,
And shill my mini-truths as a paramount, praiseworthy, god-sent discover.
Guile says,
Or even better: Be a publisher of others,
Making covers on layers, and layers on covers.
Guile says,
You will then blind the flock to your pride, and they to theirs,
When you pose as God’s children, but are the Devil’s heirs.
Guile says,
And you can’t be blamed: Others believe in you,
It’s just what lie lovers and lie makers do.
Guile says,
It’s the scam of the Millennium, these dealings of mine,
That so many get rich by selling my trappings refined!
Guile says,
In this, I prove the biggest herd is always wrong,
You must carefully choose which fold you belong.
Guile says,
Now, pure truth-seekers bust through this rot,
And repent and recant what they ought.
Guile says,
So, before in hell you pay with your hide, in style,
Don’t you see this endless-loop illogic ride, by Guile!
Survive This Current Enigma
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/10/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
All hail wishful thinking that neither,
Experience, maturity of judgment,
Nor keeping word nor honor,
In the least really matters?
Shall we hearken unto these new truths,
Which honor reverse discrimination,
And lazy liberation agendas of,
Blind and deaf strike-out batters?
Listen to one sentence of impromptu speech,
And you will discover seven ums and uhs,
Hiding deconstruction of great tradition,
Where that which is noble once was.
So witness now insanity,
Of the most high order:
Intellectualism idolized,
With no moral border.
Lovers of truth: Weep,
Lovers of life: Wail,
Has what was once right become,
With newspeak, dangerously frail?
Though much that’s wrong,
Flesh has put in power,
Now it’s truth’s proof-by-pain,
Resurrection hour of power.
With pain, the blind see truth,
The uncorrectable move,
With death of reason,
Comes reason’s rebirth.
Survive this current enigma,
And see truth prove itself out,
Until then brothers, we have,
Much to prepare about.
Don’t argue with fools,
The wise let them pass unhindered by,
Fools are busy with killing themselves,
Neither help nor hurt them as they try.
Fools can heed our warnings,
Not to go the historic wrong way,
But in the end their wrong actions,
Will prove what’s right in this day.
Truth unifies,
Even as a lie divides,
Slavery by trick dies,
While liberty abides.
The Engine of Truth
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/27/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The engine of truth is invisible,
Yet hides in tale and time,
The engine of lies is invisible,
Yet hides in myth and mind.
A man with an engine of truth,
Is confident he is whole,
A man with an engine of lies,
Must hide parts of his soul.
Each engine has its own supernatural,
Time, place and hour,
And each engine sends waves of force,
In diametric power.
When the engine of lies is ahead,
Murderous doxies and error rule,
Suspended are the lessons of time,
And links between folly and fool.
When the engine of truth is leading,
Sobriety and true joy reigns,
Quickened is time, history’s lessons,
And links between wisdom and gain.
The daring dynamo of lies has many ways,
Truth one,
The power plant of lies has many excuses,
Truth none.
The engine of lies is so weak,
Itself it must glorify and hail.
The engine of truth so powerful,
Itself it must humble and veil.
Few can operate truth’s engine,
At high level,
A ride with truth in full power,
Consumes evil.
A soul must therefore be pure,
To operate truth’s engine strong,
And run it mostly on himself,
To expunge all in self that’s wrong.
To others a pure soul must throttle down truth,
To whisper quiet,
So that those of the world are not shamed by it,
To sudden riot.
But those with lie power,
With fire under soul’s hood,
Rev up engine roaring,
To be acceptably understood.
Thus lies are loved by the masses,
And must be told loud,
And ever mixed with distraction,
And be enjoyed proud.
Thus the two invisible engines,
Increase power in the world,
A bitter battle of sparring titans,
Invisible, yet understood.
The frantic motor of lies makes haste,
To overpower all objections,
While steady motor of truth turns sure,
Making quiet God connections.
These engines are spiritual manifestation devices,
Transporting being,
Which either expands heaven or hell on earth in us,
Eyes to see seeing.
And what do eyes of lies see?
Self enthroned where God should be,
And what do eyes of truth see?
God, at times, in you and me.
I Practiced a Song
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/29/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I practiced a song to play,
For the ears of sons,
We had been apart over,
Seven years of suns.
To make them feel,
So happy I know,
I practiced hard,
On my piano.
I have endeavored to seek good insight,
As I incur age,
My song uplifted humility, strength,
And mostly: courage.
But my visit is now over,
And sadly again,
My heart song was heard by no one,
Yet still there’s a gain.
My sons believe I’m stupid, antichrist,
Mostly unwise, dumb,
While I didn’t play my song for them,
Prudence sang: wisdom.
The junk on top of my sons saw bad in me,
In one thing or another,
The good I saw buried in my sons, I believe,
Will be their crown, no other.
Without saying what I wanted,
We said small-talk goodbyes,
God, let them in life’s purchase,
Make Solomnic good buys.
Quislings for the Devil
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/29/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Quislings for the Devil,
Not knowing themselves,
Thinking of me evil,
Imbibing bad wells.
Flush with success,
And themselves,
Loving cheaply,
Building hells.
Hells that look like heavens,
As far as great I can be,
Instead of death to self,
Self enthroned invisibly.
Loving and knowing everything,
But truth,
Hating only seers who see,
The ruse.
Our house of cards so pretty,
Built upon sand,
Don’t tell us is ready to be,
Undermined.
By steady truth that,
Tests all constructs,
Knowing in advance,
Who self destructs.
Which are the ones unable to honor,
That which is honorable,
But choose the reverse disposition,
To champion horrible.
We weep for the lost of the earth,
The blind who can’t see,
But for God’s insight and time,
Go you and go me.
How can we reverse course,
Of our foolish kin?
We must pray to God they,
Let God’s light in.
So busy with worldly success,
They see overcomers as fools,
Fools who let their selfish plans die,
Seeing not how God builds tools.
It’s all so exquisitely hidden,
This strange game of fate,
The celebrated on earth have no bars,
Except heaven’s gate.
So beware success, luck and fortune,
And with it pride,
The luckiest on earth have broken spirits,
And skins of hide.
The successful squeal like pigs,
If you say they are wrong,
Overcomers suffer in silence,
When told they don’t belong.
God’s children are not of the earth,
Yet love God and man,
But wordly, thin-skinned people,
Won’t receive reprimand.
The poor of the world have great faith,
And surprise God’s near,
The rich of the world have nothing,
But unexpected fear.
Quislings for the Devil,
Quacking like a duck,
Convincing themselves,
Rubbish isn’t muck.
Flesh Has Now Spoken
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/5/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Flesh has now spoken,
It votes to divide,
But reality says,
Unite to survive.
Flesh chooses to,
To seek its comfort,
Reality wants,
To strengthen comport.
Flesh insists we must,
Spend our way out,
Reality warns,
Tighten up belts.
Flesh says,
Our whim is our king,
Reality asks us,
In hardship, who reigns?
Flesh hides its,
Head deep in the sand,
Reality tests who,
In trial becomes man.
Flesh believes just about,
Any old lie,
Reality burns out,
Dross with fire.
Flesh builds,
Insane constructs,
Reality lets,
Flesh self-destruct.
Flesh mocks faith,
In spiritual ideals,
Reality gives honor,
To whom honor yields.
Flesh loses but never,
Admits it is proven wrong,
Reality wins but lets,
Flesh sing its false victory song.
Flesh therefore,
Defies time,
Reality in truth,
Honors Divine.
Flesh always must,
Have its own way,
Reality lets Flesh,
Choose its death day.
Flesh in the end,
Is about nothing but dying,
Reality is ever,
About life lived worth trying.
Flesh believes,
Things cheap to believe,
Reality shepherds,
Truth, our costly reprieve.
Flesh hates much,
But hates great truth most,
Reality loves paramount,
As our truth-teaching host.
The Bifurcation of Everything
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/9/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Strange times we live in, my brother,
All being split, one way or another.
You want a press view liberal, read the written news,
You want a press view otherwise, hear radio views.
You want to live in foul corruption, go to Chicago or coasts East or left,
You want to live in liberty, try interior states where rights aren’t bereft.
You want liberal, watch network TV,
For conservative, read internet blogging.
You want terrorists? Go where defense is much hated,
You want safety, go where manly strength isn’t abated.
Find crime and murder where handguns are banned,
Find your own safety in concealed carry permit land.
You want lies exposed, go where social disaster has struck,
You want truth honored, go where God’s Bible has luck.
You want hell on earth, go where God’s ancient path is despised,
You want heaven on earth, go where God in man is still prized.
You want religion with greed, believe prosperity.
If fear is your God thing, believe rapture insanity.
You want religion relaxed, go seeker friendly,
For over-excitement, go prophetic jabberwocky.
You want religion lite, go just about anywhere,
For deep things, find a hidden prophet somewhere.
You want only ease now, you might find later hell,
Let God break your spirit for a better place to dwell.
Thus is the world, now cut up in two,
For each of us to choose, whom is who.
The baby is not whole, but has been cut through,
Solomon’s sword has made a Millennium move.
The Bible’s last page says the dogs’ll be without and the good within,
As this last page comes true, in shock and awe, the seeing both cry and grin.
Truth or Horse, Hide and Hoof Consequences
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/10/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Deep, hidden, mysterious lies have consequences,
So does truth,
Behold the revealing of lies’ consequences: Horse,
Hide and hoof.
Liberal experts have anti-self defense ideas so profound,
That only law profs understand,
Yet their ideas have been gunned down in Mumbai, India,
By a rather small terrorist band.
America’s Founding Fathers gave us,
Arms to carry about,
That would answer such evil cruelty,
With return fire fight.
Thus the lie of a safe but disarmed public,
Promoted by liberal ideologues,
Is exposed by one hundred seventy funerals,
And a thousand internet blogs.
Yet in New York, California and Illinois,
The public is disarmed,
The enemy terrorists surely know all this,
Yet no one is alarmed?
As global war between wrong and right,
Quick becomes battlefield near,
Ideologues live in a death dreamland,
Yet the sane can well prepare.
See the sane move now away from,
Death ideologue anti-heavens,
Where death stalks and death lives,
And death exalts only leaven.
These ugly hell holes of intellectual lies,
Are chaos traps for death,
Time reveals consequences of death love,
With eruptions of death’s wrath.
The wise separate and go where,
Minds of truth live,
Sanctuaries will then survive,
With help to give.
Life is a grand truth test,
Few of us pass,
Our Forefathers had truth,
To fight for in mass.
Their plan honored a person’s rights,
And limited those of state,
In time state became first blight,
And a person second rate.
But American states are choosing,
Who to the Founders are true,
Watch those states thrive in truth,
While others have lies overdue.
As for America,
As for the world,
Lies and truth,
Are much twirled.
The countries with lies,
Court ill fate,
While countries with truth,
Will be safe.
Death calls unto incentivized death: Going,
Where dying is easy,
Life calls unto life, where core practiced truth,
Protects soul’s being.
Deep, hidden, mysterious lies have consequences,
So does truth,
Behold the revealing of lies’ consequences: Horse,
Hide and hoof.
Stirred, Not Shaken
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/11/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When we are quick stirred up by spirits,
In anger and rage,
We must spend more time in repentance,
Before turning page.
Then we gain power over,
Evil spirits within,
The next time they manifest,
It’s with lesser din.
Then we again repent more,
Than time spent set off,
We again lessen the power,
Of Satan’s last laugh.
When stirred up shamed upset,
We’re not shaken,
God takes us overcoming,
When we’re taken.
Taken where? To the inflexible,
It sounds so wrong,
To first purity, then holiness,
No longer bound.
No longer bound by righteous rigidity,
God and man’s troublesome plague,
We join ranks with the exceptions to the rule,
And shepherd heaven’s new age.
The Virtual Armies Have Come
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/22/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The virtual armies have come,
And are coming,
They are coming by chance.
You can’t see the armies come,
Not in darkness, not in sun,
They’re seen only by glance.
The armies dislike each other,
One filled with bother,
The other filled with hate.
Each side thinks it will win,
By having better men,
Who are prepared by fate.
Invisible to the naked eye,
Each army gets by,
Until called to action.
Ad hoc from nowhere they appear,
Forward, center, rear,
Demanding satisfaction.
Un-conscripted, un-enlisted, bereft of rank,
Uniform and anybody’s thanks,
Or even decent pay,
These virtual armies train and prep,
Weapons ready to rip,
To have do-or-die day.
Who then, are these virtual army members,
Full of fiery tremors,
Entering into breech?
They are respectively those for good and ill,
Working unaware still,
Fighting for win’s reach.
Evil calls unto evil for mad chaos,
Or good calls for good bless,
Quickly, suddenly it comes.
The unprepared are worthless in this,
Most of everything they miss,
Not hearing any war drums.
Then what souls are made of comes out,
With each battle shout,
Curses or blessings true.
Actually, each side is stunning vicious,
In bidding their master’s wishes,
Toward ending the ancient duel.
Each side camouflages,
Weaves and dodges,
Hiding its best hand.
Which for one side is hate,
Fear and unrestraint,
Met by just love grand.
But it is love, not love mush,
Love that will end much,
That doesn’t want to die.
Since good created the plan,
It needs operate a fair hand,
Willing to be on short side.
Thus, good could die and has already,
While Death goes on steady,
Its love of life unsustainable.
Evil believes it can’t die but already has,
The good it kills keeps living,
Until blood o’erflows the table.
What is the worth of virtual warfare?
Gold, monies, maidens fair?
Or winning for winning’s sake?
It is the reward of developing character,
And being excellent under fire,
And having just what it takes.
We must have whatever it takes to please,
He who has eternity’s keys,
Keys He might in charge us,
Forever we’d be in good company,
With wisdom fount tree,
Thus to war go we must.
I’ve Got No More Reason to Lie
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/1/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I’ve got no more reason to lie,
I’m going tomorrow,
To where I was before this life,
Parlayed such sorrow.
I bought and made lies,
Most of my life,
Accusing always others,
For causing strife.
I stuck to my proud guns,
So did my gunfight brothers,
That our bullets were lies,
Gave us virtually no bother.
Worst of all I was a preacher,
Broadcasting popular truths,
That were lead-bullet lies spinning,
Some downrange ruse.
That give-to-get giving,
Isn’t self-service greedy,
That rapture fear-mongering,
Isn’t self-service seedy.
That faith without works,
Isn’t dead,
That hypocrite preachers aren’t,
Full of dread.
That all the hurting world needs,
Hard, blunt truth,
Except broadcast ministry where,
Truth we forsooth.
We forsooth telling the bitchy wife,
Lay off your man,
We forsooth laymen correcting pastors,
Whenever we can.
We forsooth telling the rich donor,
To keep his filthy lucre,
We take all quid pro quo monies,
Like a cheap, ugly hooker.
We forsooth saying: There are no rules,
Only guidelines,
We’d rather rule-trap our sheepfolds,
At tithe times.
You want tough talking truth?
Look elsewhere,
Than we broadcasting preachers,
Serving cheap fare.
For truth listen to talk radio,
Or read an internet blog,
But we religiously correct demigods,
Make dense, self-service fog.
But since soon to my Maker I go,
I repent of fog making,
And swapping hell’s for heaven’s doxies,
And gang mind-raping.
As now I’m a goner of this world,
I will talk tough,
Can the world ever forgive me for,
Avoiding truths rough?
Only little sweet truths,
I ever ingested,
Now my immortal soul,
Is ever conflicted.
And my sheep! My sheep! Oh God!
My poor sheep!
They hate and avoid all hard truths,
And I weep!
Oh God, I preached hundreds, no,
Thousands of hours,
Sweet sermons self-serving, so,
Lacking God’s powers.
God’s powers of great truth,
Ameliorate all things bad,
On earth I slayed truth and,
Truth-sayers God had.
And even worse yet still,
I ignored God’s precious indwelling,
Those Jesus happily in-filled,
I gave my back while busy book selling.
I had a chance to explain,
God’s true indwelt future,
Honoring God bearers,
Christ-minded in nature,
But I couldn’t honor God,
Come quickly in others,
My pride made me better,
I authored best sellers.
I wrote books pandering to greed, fear or dizziness,
I wasn’t in one way particular,
I shot out my sheep’s eyes to see extortion’s excess,
By prosperity, emotion or rapture.
Then I told my sheep, God says, Be perfect,
I said, Be God’s kind!
And when my sheep through indwelling reached it,
I said, Never mind!
Jesus does return in people better than me,
It’s a matter of preacher pride,
To ignore this fact and say, Until He returns,
And all Jesus-indwelt deride.
To be indwelt of God is to be soaked in ideas,
In constant fluid, creative revelation,
My bereft-of-God soul never gave mea culpas,
I just did rigid, mantra machination.
My mystic mantras were, Believe to receive,
He’s coming to take us away!
Always tomorrow something big would be,
Never God come in us today!
Now the pages of the books,
I sold that were wrong,
I fear will heat my hell nook,
For long times too long.
I judge myself now,
I deserve hell,
Its kingdom I expanded,
Adding on well.
I’ve got no more reason to lie,
I’m going tomorrow,
To where I was before this life,
Parlayed such sorrow.
Still Gnawing at the Same Bones
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/5/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Still gnawing at the same,
Bones of contention,
Wondering if it will ever,
Merit attention.
Have you noticed the death of,
The knowledge of right and wrong,
Killed by our preachers, teachers,
And collage of opinions strong?
Right is now what is popular,
And must be supported,
The rich preachers must have their jets,
The President, aborters.
Wars against terrorism are permitted,
By popular whim,
God help any righteous movement,
If thought of dim.
These are times calling for,
Historic, great men,
But when will what’s manly be,
Permitted again?
Like speaking old fashioned direct and blunt,
Without snarky forked tongue,
Like asking what preaching prosperity’s greed,
Or rapture’s fear has done?
Or how worshipping intellectual, idolized,
Unquestioned double-speak,
Or jabberwocky, emotionalism or platitudes,
Makes the immersed not weak.
I suppose things will have to,
Blow up bad some more,
Before Western civil sanity is,
Popular once more.
Seek ye first the ancient paths,
Where the good way is,
They said, We will not walk in it,
Nothing new we may miss.
You see, popular mania consists of,
Many cults of cultures,
Preachers, teachers, politicians use ‘em,
To eat us like vultures.
The aware-makers: media, church and school,
Work to keep the blind blind,
While certain teachers of In That Day truth help,
Those who sound mind find.
The seeker finds truth,
Truth finds the seeker,
The rest follow pied pipers,
Who avoid all truth keepers.
Say something true and,
It is discounted,
By popular group-think,
Truth is surmounted.
The experts in charge have helped themselves,
Eating much like pigs at trough,
We, their sheep, now must learn truth quickly,
Not what they’re talking about.
The answer is educated deep thought,
And dedication to noble ideals,
The problem is our quick-flash media,
And loyalty to what one feels.
Wayward leaders of millions have,
Legitimacy none,
Heroes and champions of truth have,
Audiences of one.
Still gnawing at the same,
Bones of contention,
Wondering if it will ever,
Merit attention.
Honor Upon Whom Honors Whom God Honors Indwelt
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/8/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Honor upon whom honors whom God honors indwelt, by living inside the soul.
Shame upon the prideful posers who dishonor whom God does enroll.
Honor to the humble who rejoice in that day of Christ’s indwelt return in others.
Shame to the proud imbeciles teaching their own way in these matters.
Honor to whom are patient, believing God’s eternal beatitudes will come to them.
Shame to the Tower of Babel builders, who cannot wait for God’s refining.
Honor to the faithful, who do what God wants, even if it is against their desires.
Shame to the cheap in faith, who pretend God wants their vanity bonfires.
Honor to the lonely brave, rejecting mass hysteria for the cold comfort of truth.
Shame to the fear-and-emotion mongers, who are blind-ditch bruised.
Honor to those God can correct, who are not perfect but sufficiently mature.
Shame on top of shame to those God cannot correct, they are as manure.
Honor upon whom honors whom God indwells, saying Blessed is God’s nature.
Shame on top of shame whom shames God indwelt, our beautiful Creator.
Beautiful Bank Robbers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/8/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Beautiful bank robbers,
They stole from you and me,
Beautiful bank robbers,
With mansions by the sea.
Beautiful bank robber couples,
So fabulously in love,
We admire their plastic features,
And how their doctors dug.
Beautiful bank robbers,
Say, You can be like me,
And have other people admire,
Your mansion by the sea.
Beautiful bank robbers,
Each must have their jet,
They have their lovely ways,
Of getting what they get.
Nothing is too good,
For bank robbers by the sea,
Better than good is perfect,
To sell greed so lustily.
Beautiful bank robbers,
How they will rot in hell,
For being so beautiful,
And lying perfect well.
The Grapes of Immaturity
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 1/10/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Latin saying from the novel Lonesome Dove:
“Uva uvam vivendo varia fit”
A grape turns color and matures,
Upon seeing statured others,
So also proud broadcast preachers,
After meeting humble betters.
Until that day of humility,
Comes indwelt of God,
The proud, false shepherds,
Think brokenness odd.
And will avoid most personal tribulation,
By personal wealth guarantees,
Extracted by pandering their own fear,
Emotion, excitement or greed.
With emotion it’s prophetic or,
Intellectual jabberwocky,
With greed prosperity, with fear,
Rapture-dispensation malarkey.
The grapes of immaturity,
Broadcasting fear, emotion or greed,
Think manifesting Christ,
The very last thing on earth we need.
The grapes of immaturity,
Won’t honor their betters,
Their trollop doxies make them,
Hellfire selfish go-getters.
The grapes of immaturity,
Do not fear God’s wrath,
Ignoring every grow chance,
Before they are smashed.
Thus the grapes of immaturity,
Have not grown for thirty years,
Ignoring all people their betters,
To tickle their own deaf ears.
The grapes of immaturity,
Broadcasting self best,
Woe is us, woe is them,
For spoiling God’s nest.
God’s nest of inhabitation,
Is ourselves to indwell,
Proud broadcasting preachers,
Can’t do this for God well.
The grapes of immaturity,
Believe their perfection a bastion,
When will they see betters,
And repent of smug inaction?
Then, there’s the problem,
With: Holding thought!
It’s hard to hold truth,
When lies were bought!
If you bought gold when markets were crazy,
But if your reason was rapture,
You’ll sell wrong when lies’ loosen,
Wrong thought does reason capture!
Yet with fearless truth and God’s mind,
You can buy low and sell high,
When you are indwelt: Christ-in-You,
Mature grapes witness God nigh!
Oh, Son of Mine
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/6/08 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When you were born,
Oh, son of mine,
I held you in my arms.
And on that very day,
That very hour,
Rang in my head alarms.
*
Have answers for him,
I was told,
Answers for him eternal.
Discover for yourself,
And for him,
Absolutes venerable.
*
As I held you then,
Oh, son of mine,
I knew nothing of God sure.
I decided to go on a spirit trek,
As you grew,
To grow in God things more.
*
But as you grew up,
I blabbed away,
At spiritual discoveries found.
It turned you, and your mother, away,
As I turned toward,
Things of God profound.
*
Now you’re a young man,
And I am not,
But each of us has grown.
Someday I hope,
You desire,
To learn what I’ve known.
*
You cannot trust the things,
Of this world,
They are guaranteed to unravel.
You can only trust good things,
Like hope, faith, God,
Unproven things to marvel.
*
No one can prove whether,
Courage, humility or love,
Is in the end right or wrong.
A man simply must believe,
In those things,
They are what makes man strong.
*
Have faith, my son, in the,
Good mysterious,
Which remains entirely unseen.
Only by being a noble man,
Will you find reward,
Avoid mistakes and be serene.
*
And each man has,
An enemy,
Who is the very worst.
That enemy always,
Is himself,
Pride in self must burst.
*
I bless you now,
On your path,
Of life’s discoveries.
We must know not too much,
Nor too little,
About our destinies.
*
So much remains a mystery,
In our challenging lives,
As we follow our quest.
Just abide in God,
As He abides in you,
And things will turn out best.
*
If I told you more,
I would sin,
You’re not ready for all I’ve learned.
The sublime things of God,
Are just that,
Have faith, be prepared and warned.
*
I warn you now,
Oh, son of mine,
Don’t think I am mad.
Only if I had rejected God’s call,
When you were born,
As you must never, would I been bad.
*
And be warned, my son, that,
God is sovereign,
He does what He intends.
Some day if God knocks,
On your door,
Go where He sends.
*
I trust always that life will,
Give you good lessons,
In truth, how can it not?
I’ve prayed a million times for,
You and your brothers,
Prayers God has not forgot.
*
And for anyone else happening to be,
Reading this,
Who might wish for such parental prayers:
Thank God your parents have not,
Had my woe,
Yet receive now, from heaven’s heirs.
*
We are all God’s children,
Short straw or long,
Overcoming what we must.
It’s enough to stay on course,
To beat the odds,
And make heaven or bust.
Tribulation’s Fury and Lasting Peace
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/15/06 www.inthatdayteachings.com
As the Lord’s anger manifests in mighty waves,
Pounding craggy shores of rocky rebellion,
The waves cannot but have their victory.
In time the desolate, barren shoreline
Becomes a gentle beach of fine, white sand,
God’s wonderful place of restoration.
The sand softly supports the pilgrim,
The sun now gives its warmth,
And gentle waves kiss the shoreline.
Be My Star
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #3 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2007 www.inthatdayteachings.com
My
plan
with you:
I will share My Son.
I will share Our Spirit.
I even will share My heaven, and even My eternity, if you deserve it.
I really have a lot to share, a lot to give and a lot of time.
All I ask is one thing:
Your life.
Will you give your life to Me?
Will you stop throwing your life away?
Thus says your Father God: Give your life to Me.
