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Look Around
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/2/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Look around, and what do you see?
Look! Look with eyes of history.
Our world is economic, intellectual, military, political, social, religious,
In that same order it goes from dominate to retarded ridiculous.
Economic titans dominate nations, in fact the planet!
Poorest in performance: religion. Who can understand it?
Where is true freedom found in this mix?
Start at religion. There is your fix!
The cruel opposite is now globally in place,
Mammon enthroned, ministries in disgrace.
Broadcast religious wile-shenanigans mimic hidden economic entrapments,
Or teach political, social institutions better slavery-of-thought enhancements!
See too-big-to-fail ruses as indicator,
Decentralization is today’s liberator!
Ultimate decentralized good is God within,
Retarded religion should be ushering that in!
The end game of Western Civilization and God’s good,
Is God indwelling those of spirit and truth as He would.
Religion now prevaricates in gross, low immaturity,
While economic titans dominate sans God’s verity.
But religious leaders are too proud to admit,
The things of immaturity they must quit.
Much of the world is enslaved in bad thought, bad notions,
Greed, fear and slouch are religion’s faux elixir potions.
God has allowed religious immaturity for us to see,
What happens when the economic and intellect takes its fee?
Weep! Wail! Howl! Oh, religious leaders infantile!
Grow up In That Day. Come now to truth, not bile.
Look around: Centralized power corrupts all,
Yet truth lives In That Day to break the cabal.
See globally, see wide-angle, see within,
God-in-us must be over all of us winning.
Maturity is dedication to mutual restraint’s good,
That is God-indwelling as spirit and truth would.
Indwelling is the next dimension to occupy!
Truth in us full In That Day. In God: we fly!
In That Day Unbound
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/3/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I see a day coming,
When American Christian are free,
Coming days of La Mancha,
Without rapture-prosper-slouch, we see!
Instead of zombie eyes and zombie lies,
People bring out God in each other!
Instead of zombie leer and zombie fear,
People honor God in Christ’s brother!
I see a day coming,
When the children of our children laugh,
At their grandfolk’s blindness,
And the expense of a century’s blind bath!
Christians generally blind,
To hidden progressive socialism for a century,
Because at church behind,
In fear, greed and slouch from Satan’s doxie tree.
Some rock and roll more pure,
More true in spirit than wispy praise,
That mesmerized millions,
Hypnotized in dark-art, one-chord craze.
I see dust-and-ego-fed sheep,
Discovering high alpine green pastures!
Some sheep even sprout feathers,
Flying high: screaming eagle go-getters!
This, in relative penury and obscurity,
I see,
Damn me or bless me for seeing this freedom,
I weep.
I weep! I wail! I howl!
For blind wolves eating sheep unawares,
I see! I see! I see!
I refuse to believe: Nobody cares.
Then freed up, I see children playing,
I hear women laughing out loud,
Then freed up, I see men folk singing,
Their spirit and truth makes me proud!
In the movie, Guys and Dolls,
Frank Sinatra works on Marlon Brando a conning trick,
Crediting his father, Brando,
Sees through the wile, forgiving, that nothing stick!
Wolf-shepherds now provide,
An endless river of conning tricks,
To imbibe the great lies,
Of fear-greed-slouch chow, a maddening mix!
Behold, God can’t come quickly,
And live in such sheep inside!
Not when blind wolves in the ditch,
Take the unbeknownst for ride!
Yet given truth and right spirit,
The good ship Christianity can turn around,
Imbued quickly at once at last,
God lives in man, man lives in God unbound!
Revival’s Curious Demagoguery
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why can’t revival be discernment against demagoguery,
Instead of acquiescence to same?
Lie down! Die down! Die down! And be supine submissive,
That’s the conner’s revival game!
Nothing wrong with healing or refreshing,
In an energized-for-that arena,
Except that politics and low business,
Duplicates the acquiescence Purina!
Die down and take it!
Bam, bam, bam!
Perfect elixir?
Or a sham!
Do laid-down sheep then see,
Hypnotism’s ruses?
Or will they be raped next,
By whomever chooses?
Dumb is,
As dumb does,
Lie down,
Get the buzz!
Impart, impart, impart!
Acquiescence to hypnotic-shenanigan demagoguery?
Is it high or low art?
Wouldn’t a wise person ask: What is the cost to this slavery?
Is revival so sweet and revival so dear,
As to be purchased with chains of slavery?
Hush up! Hush up! Hush up! Say wolves in fear,
Revival pays us well, who cares of knavery?
Don’t submit to Islam,
Lie down to revival’s big shenanigan?
Acquiesce to our big bam,
Turn off brain, have emotions born again?
Shepherds of demagogue revival,
Weep! Wail! And Howl!
Your blind-dumb sheep shall be overwhelmed,
By next wolf fowl!
You have made your sheep,
To believe a conning, blinding, low-level revival,
Shall help, not worsen,
Acquiesced, undiscerning souls from statist upheaval.
America has been ruined,
By self-interested wolves of demagoguery,
Low-level demagogue church,
Isn’t a fix, it’s an increased rogue’s gallery!
Weep! Wail! Howl!
In That Day,
Cons seen! And,
Done away!
It’s just more rogue-doctrine roulette,
Damn the consequential knowledge!
Cheap revival hurts discernment,
Another hidden-slavery college.
As rapture makes fear,
Prosper makes greed,
Revival makes slaves,
Slouch fills all need.
Those four doctrines of broadcast church,
Have consequences to their impartation,
Despite winking protests of enriched wolves,
Bottom line: They create a slave nation.
Disabusing Theo-political Utopian Fantasies
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/9/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
How did the world get to be so mind-enslaved,
And in such a money mess?
Well, let’s peel away the layers of false utopias,
And you’ll see God’s truth best!
The big Orwellian false utopia,
Is a century of hidden progressive reign,
The liberal’s destruction of all known,
Western Enlightenment and truth’s gain.
But how could a world,
Be blind to all this?
False Christian doctrine,
Helped evil’s bliss!
Four false Christian utopian schemes,
Enabled progressive political lies!
Broadcast Christian errors of supine ease,
Enabled liberal, mind-shackle jive!
The first false Christian utopian scheme,
Is prosperity’s give-to-get lie,
Wealth comes from goods and services,
Not the Ponzi-schemer’s cry!
The second false Christian utopian scheme,
Rapture’s selling of great fear!
The doctrine is infantile and plain crazy,
To mature: is why we’re here!
The third false Christian utopian scheme,
Is slouch-doctrine selling great laziness,
Rome wasn’t built by this: but how lost!
To do nothing: makes people penniless!
The fourth false Christian utopian scheme,
Is intellectual, emotional jabberwocky blindness,
The kind that demagogues use shamelessly,
To make sheep worship their behind-ness!
Thus with these popular four doxies,
Shepherds for one-hundred years raped sheep!
While politicians enslaved minds,
To progressive’s hidden-slavery power sweep!
That’s why the Twenty-First Century,
Looks so bleak!
Theo-political ministers,
Make us weep!
The Orwellian people in charge,
They get by well!
But woe to the sheep-citizens,
They live in hell!
Antichrist rapture causes fear, and fear makes hell, not utopia!
Antichrist prosperity causes greed, and greed makes hell, not utopia!
Antichrist slouch-doxie causes immaturity, and immaturity makes hell, not utopia!
Antichrist demagoguery causes mind-slavery, and mind-slavery makes hell, not utopia!
Antichrist liberal progressivism causes destruction, and destruction makes hell, not utopia!
Thus clerical tyranny combines,
With political tyranny,
To disavow Western Enlightenment,
Unbeknownst: enslaving many!
Tyrants of unobtainable utopian ideas,
Demand non-deviation, are anti-historical,
Need to campaign an expensive reality distortion,
And believe critics to be heretical.
Thus, rigid tyrannical clerics,
Require monies as demonstration of loyalty,
Thus, rigid tyrannical politicos,
Need plebes to allege to their feudal royalty.
Demented utopia leaders,
Are incurious, non-inquiring and closed of mind,
Western Enlightened souls,
Are open to ethereal truth’s higher, tougher grind.
Liberal concepts of utopia,
Destroy Western Enlightenment’s good,
Transparency, check and verify,
Beware self-interest and idols of wood!
Rapture, prosper, slouch, emotion ministers,
And progressive politicians are all Pharaohs!
Awaken to In That Day Teachings,
Get free from enslavement! From them: fly like arrows!
Utopian leaders, being not God, cannot obtain utopia,
So they endlessly kick the can down the road,
Creating woes and more woes of vile moral hazards,
Leaders get the goods, the rest: a heavy load!
Well then, that’s a large concept to swallow,
Un-confessed, insidious, hidden clerical and political tyranny,
Is the reason the world is financially fallow,
But In That Day, God’s indwelt spirit and truth sets you free!
Yes, In That Day,
Multitudes shall see!
What trapped them and,
What sets them free!
Rapture’s Unctuous Idiocy
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/11/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Rapture doctrine is deified,
In many poor-taught minds,
With foggy brains, cluttered dogma,
Blind sheep oft kiss leaders’ behinds!
Deep delusional dementia,
Consumes the utopian-taught gullible,
Three Returns they confuse,
Let’s make sense from the rubble!
Orthodox doctrine of Catholics,
Greeks, Russians and Lutherans,
States that Jesus returns at time’s end,
And judges life-stock pens!
Most all Christians, more or less,
Can believe: a Final Judgment Return!
But non-orthodox propose,
Two more returns for which they yearn!
Yearn Return Two is,
Second Coming: with benefits!
We with God reign?
As His chief lieutenants?
Well, Yearn Return Number Two,
Is ridiculous on the very face of it!
What if it doesn’t happen?
Utopian schemes take your life and break it!
Then, Yearn Return Number Three,
Is rapture return the next second!
Read the previous line thrice,
Did He come? The idea is fecund!
Nevertheless, utopian-believing Christians,
Believe rapture’s endless absurdity,
No reason, no proof, no inquiry,
No intelligence beats such perfidy!
Finally, there is a new-but-old,
Idea kicking about,
Jesus returns indwelt in you,
Quickly! Oh, let’s shout!
Worship God in right spirit and truth,
Jesus comes invisibly,
Those yearning for Returns Two and Three,
Will be blind, but others see!
Yes, In That Day,
Dogs in a park will run to the imbued,
Wagging tails, glad!
Their blind masters saying, To hell with you!
How love is lost!
How hell is gained!
Yearning wrongly,
Yet God: un-feigned!
It’s eyes to see!
It’s ears to hear!
Honor: honor!
God quickly near!
Or believe in dystopian rot,
Yearn for the traps,
God has on-purpose allowed it,
Some yet: God’s maps!
Satan soul-kleptocracy,
Is to believe various yearning lies,
Often: false utopias,
So few see or honor: in whom God cries!
Know this: God is alive!
And He oft returns in us,
Yet rapture believers,
Throw God-bearers under bus!
Granted, God’s imminent transcendency,
Is a large concept to swallow,
But it is just what He said of Himself!
That we be! All else: hollow!
So In That Day,
Honor to whom honor is due!
God help us then,
To love the great God-imbued!
And that is how it happens,
That God can live in us,
Or desolate we shall be,
With pride: under God’s bus!
Or, happy we shall be,
Each one God-imbued!
By honoring each one,
Christ in me and you!
Last thought: Imbued quickly,
As for example, at that above-mentioned dog park,
You love on grouchy man,
As God’s lieutenant! This: scripture’s selah arc!
Thus indwelt, as in: Behold, I come quickly,
Those false Yearnings One and Two come true!
Sort of strange, isn’t it? The blind cannot see,
Post-resurrection, how God comes thru!
Laugh we must!
In That Day!
God’s plan works,
Anyway!
Those that see, see!
Them who can’t, shan’t!
Yet God returns,
In His remnant!
Yawning Over Potemkin Zombieland
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/16/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Well then, it’s agreed:
There are no just prophets today,
Warning us about,
Potemkin Zombieland. Hurray!
Hurray! We’re okay,
With hamster pipe walk-left-walk-right preachers!
They don’t mesmerize us,
Not according to our liberal school teachers!
No, the wing tanks are full,
On the jets of our preacher and politico class!
We need discern nothing,
Enlightened thought is just a worrisome morass!
Even if one of us in thinking,
Were to succeed,
Not one, but all need enlightening,
To work. Agreed?
So we’re ever so happy,
With Potemkin Zombieland!
Leaders: rich, plebes: broke,
Enslaved America is so grand!
That’s what some preachers and politicians,
Do, if not say, by their action!
Never mind their blinding us to all that,
Our one job: Their satisfaction!
Never mind Western Enlightenments’ tragic view,
Check and verify against each man’s sin,
We embrace mystic, therapeutic tyranny,
Our lives: dust, that masters live: golden!
It’s the new all-for-one,
And the new one-for-all,
Feudal lords over us,
Come now, lords of cabal!
Actually, we need to be,
More primitive, more easy-to-herd,
More easy-to-direct gerbils!
More nadir! Our zenith leaders’ word!
We need faux James Bond leaders and preachers,
Jetting to elite vacation spots!
With fake licenses to steal our monies and lives,
No consequences, no harms, no blots!
Except when God’s true man on the scene,
Calmly says, My nature is Bond, James Bond,
Thos looks on those Goldfinger fances,
We’ll see, when In That Day comes around!
How I have hated Life,
Hated Liberty and hated Happiness,
Now that my Reality is checked,
I hope I become what I hated: next.
Reality has become a prison for me,
Bill showed me coercive giving is slavery of thought,
Life, Liberty and Happiness,
Haunt me until, I think, Reality becomes what it ought.
What is there about this thing Happiness?
I need to know,
Where is my brother? And Happiness?
There I must go.
Happiness has freedom,
Freedom I have not,
Happiness has family,
Family I’ve forgot.
My brother loves mankind’s family,
And embraces its increase,
Give-to-get manages man’s limits,
And embraces man’s decrease.
As captain of Reality, I thought I,
Kept bad ideas from hurting our universe,
My captain brother’s love, Happiness,
Liberty and Life showed me I made it worse.
Tell me more about this thing Happiness,
I need to grow,
Where is my brother? And Happiness?
There I must go.
Reality’s pride destroys love and Happiness,
This I know,
In humbleness, to my brother and Happiness,
I will go.
Boil the Land, Burn the Sea!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/18/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
By the end of Century Twenty-one,
We were colonizing Mars,
Inhabited by Little Green Men,
Who claimed they came from stars!
Well then, they were copycats,
And copied everything we did,
Even in religion,
We kept nothing from them hid!
Pretty soon Little Green Men Pastors,
Were broadcasting back to Earth!
Lemming Earth citizens then,
Sent paychecks for all their worth!
The Little Green Men Pastors sold: rapture’s fear,
Prosperity’s greed and lazy slouch,
Emotional-jabberwocky whatnot,
On Earth, preachers had to say, Ouch!
But the onslaught of mystic, tyrannical preaching,
From Little Green Men Pastors never let up!
Most of Earth’s twenty billion mesmerized citizens,
Sent large remittances to fill Mars’ cup!
Even Earth’s world governments,
Couldn’t halt the mass hypnotizing,
Spacelines lobbied for Mars,
Crowds wanting Mars’ green baptizing!
Finally pastors on Earth studied,
And saw what was going on,
Rent-seeking was stolen by Mars,
Whose Green Men did it more strong!
Then pastors on Earth realized,
Living, transcendent indwelling was the thing!
Worship in right spirit and truth,
God lives quick in each soul God finds pleasing!
Then, boil the land, burn the sea!
It was discovered,
Little Green Men were machines!
But it didn’t matter.
Earth’s gullible, trained by one hundred years,
Of mystic cleric and political tyranny,
Enabled Little Green Mars Machine Men,
To capture most Earth men’s souls, and their money!
True Christians then said,
It serves us just about right,
We thought God was dead,
And gave up the good fight!
Oh pastors of Earth,
You are so very incurious!
You believe in lies,
That should make you furious!
Do something! Do something now,
About your many fear-greed-slouch doctrinal lies!
Before machines In That Day expose,
The mystic ghoul-makers’ tyrannical disguise!
You see, ghoulish souls are made,
By promoting utopian schemes that cannot come,
Lies received by lie-makers,
It’s how mystic tyranny’s control is done.
Ghoul-makers make ghouls,
With some false-doctrine utopian plan,
They create a world,
Uninhabitable by man.
The world is God’s creation,
And so are we,
Greek-Jewish-Christian thought:
In God, to be!
Utopian Thought is Always Deadly
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/19/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The trouble with most utopian thought oft presumed,
Is at heart, it is Malthusian,
Unspoken: utopians want to kill all not subsumed,
Having no faith for creation!
Unenlightened themselves,
Their solution: a pogrom,
We, struggling to keep faith,
Love all, come what may come.
We love in the hope,
That God shall indwell others,
As I AM: in us,
Never enough such brothers!
Never enough brothers,
And sisters!
Indwelt in God,
Love’s rivers!
They: believe not,
We: believe now, for blind them,
They: un-indwelt,
We: believe they’ll let God in!
Even immature Christians,
Oft believe, at heart, like a Malthusian,
They: too far from indwelling!
Killing the indwelt, with all enthusiasm!
Worst of all, Christian utopian schemes,
Include rapture, prosper and slouch doctrine!
Malthusian belief: antipodal to reality,
Earth’s highest deluded, can’t let God in!
The Existent Christ Cult
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 2/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The existent Christ cult,
Is insufficient for the task,
To save the USA,
It is far too much to ask!
Existent cult: primitive, stupefied,
Herded easily to support gargantuan big,
When Jeffersonian thought,
Warns against any kind of titanic pig!
The existent Christ cult,
Has no tragic view of the demagogue,
That’s just what they love,
A guy or gal with jet who lives above!
When Jefferson was President,
His budget was, in dollars, two million,
That wouldn’t buy the hangar,
Of jet of preacher on television!
They, Eloi supporting Morlocks,
Being eaten alive in broadcast Christ cult,
Not saviors of America,
But blind sheep, blind to great fault!
Morlock leaders give obsequios Eloi sheep,
Sectarian, parochial doctrines,
Inanely puerile and utopian dream-schemes,
Virused against all corrections!
Worshipping big power,
In all persons,
Big Brother rules,
Christ cult morons.
The Protection Racket
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/16/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I was wanting protection,
From life’s ills,
A Russian told me how to,
Prevent spills.
He said you need a blue roof,
In Russia we paid the mayor,
For not too many rubles,
Our local life was thus: fair!
He said you also need a red roof,
In Russia we paid the President,
Then for a lot more rubles,
Our lives were more heaven sent!
And he said, you need a black roof,
In Russia we paid the KGB,
That’s how we insured against ills,
We paid up front for liberty!
Shocked, my American friend?
Well, have you paid a sermonizing moralist for a roof dark grey?
Or have you done good,
For just good’s sake? White roof, or no, brave hearts must pray!
Lately, the white roof guarantees,
That you will mostly be hurt,
That’s how it is in this crazy world,
Until the wrong-minded revert!
Ten Scientists in a Circle
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 3/29/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Ten bright scientists sit in a circle,
Each an expert in their own fields,
Each man to left more bright in ways than right,
Each thus learns what humility yields!
This works in all worthy fields of endeavor,
But just one!
Preachers can’t easily learn humility,
Wanting none!
Each man thinks he has it all,
Solo, thus: sacrosanct,
Another man shares himself,
To find what is and ain’t!
Lower Case “s” seers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/7/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In modern Christianity,
Few seers see another,
Why? Why? Why? Why?
It would their pride much bother!
So, they remain proud seers,
Lower case “s,”
While capital “S” Seers,
They ignore best.
Capital “S” Seers,
See global cognitive psychopathy,
Small “s” part-blind seers,
Lead the blind into ditches they don’t see!
The world loves,
Its small “s” seers that get along,
The world kills,
Its capital “S” Seers that don’t belong.
For the word of God is powerful,
And can be used to lord over others,
Little “s” blind seers lord their sight,
To lord over the word-of-God-lords of others.
Capital “S” Seers,
See all this and weep,
Sheep are confused,
But hearts know truth’s keep!
Hearts all mostly know,
Capital “S” Seers speak truth,
But small hearts demand,
Small “s” seers provide: blinding vermouth.
Three-Headed Tyranny: Tribes, Religion, Politics
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/14/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The books are not yet written,
Explaining the Three-Headed Dragon,
Of cult Mystic Tyranny,
Religion, politics and tribes begun…
Begun about a hundred fifty,
Years ago,
Crazy absurd demagogic thought,
Don’t you know.
Well, religion, politic and tribes throughout,
Took it in,
How to stop it? Un-teach the under-taught?
Where to begin?
The Three-Headed Dragon,
Is worshipped for demagoguery,
Behold such tactics,
And you just might set yourself free.
Our Insuperable Situation
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/22/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Big government is big insanity,
We see, but they see not,
They mainstream barbarism,
We see wisdom forgot.
They see we are the problem,
In place they have pogroms,
Quite violent them against us,
We ants against their damns.
Pardon our eyes seeing elbows,
Get ready innocent against their blows,
We plainly see their world is insane,
Snuffing out seers is their game.
Big religion,
Is no help,
They blind sheep,
Without whelp.
The blinders wink,
With their all-seeing Eye,
What they don’t see,
Exists not, don’t ask why.
Low-level Christian broadcast leaders,
Shill inanities from vaunted video pulpits,
Seers see their puerile shenanigans,
Self-absorbed, demigod, narcissist Muppets.
Our insuperable situation,
Leaders: blind as a bat,
Who won’t have the sight of seers,
Whom they smash flat.
Childish Attitudes, Policies and Methods
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/26/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Let us call a spade a spade,
And recognize escapist doxology,
With its childish attitudes,
Policies and methods of pathology.
Escapist doxology includes,
Rapture, prosper and security eternal,
And with each baby lie firm within,
It keeps our God to us: un-returnable!
But God can come quick in you and I,
When we worship in truth and spirit!
Thus we must have grown up attitudes,
Policies and methods! Now, hear it!
God is intelligent and mature,
Use that brain between the ears!
We’ve been sold childish, puerile ways,
Grow up and get rid of fears!
Forget rapture! Who cares?
It will never come.
Comes now God in us now,
Welcome, God’s Son!
Oops, you can’t honor God,
In the next good fellow?
Go back to your infant food,
Pabulum and Jello.
And oh, by the same token,
Nations believing such a godless gospel,
Oft are cruelly socialist enslaved,
For tyranny thrives where mystic lies dwell.
Tyranny, not God, lives,
Where mystic lies dwell,
Maturity brings heaven,
The opposite: hell.
The Church of Emergent Gobbledygook
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 4/28/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I went to church,
I was down on my luck,
I needed a plan,
To make a buck!
The church I went to,
Didn’t make much sense,
They told me it was,
Get this: Emergent!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT! EEH-MEHR-GHENT!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT is the WORD!
Warm fuzzy! Warm fuzzy!
Blah, blah! Blah, blah! ABSURD!
Bein’ from New York,
I picked up their con,
I had a dream!
And I was reborn!
I would write a book,
Explaining: Emergent!
For every weak-brained,
Jabberwocky saint!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT! EEH-MEHR-GHENT!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT is the WORD!
Warm fuzzy! Warm fuzzy!
Blah, blah! Blah, blah! ABSURD!
So I wrote my book,
And it made me rich!
‘Cause it tickled all ears,
With Emergent itch!
I explained the slick words of the,
Emergent Church under cover,
That words in Emergent Church mean,
Always one thing: WHATEVER!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT! EEH-MEHR-GHENT!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT is the WORD!
Warm fuzzy! Warm fuzzy!
Blah, blah! Blah, blah! ABSURD!
Now, God is the Word,
And the Word is God,
To make Him Whatever,
They think: not odd!
You see, they don’t care what God thinks!
Because they say: So what? Who cares ever?
So now, I’m rich, they’re poor: God winks,
His mind: Still ours to discover!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT! EEH-MEHR-GHENT!
EEH-MEHR-GHENT is the WORD!
Warm fuzzy! Warm fuzzy!
Blah, blah! Blah, blah! ABSURD!
666 Generations of Obfuscation
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/1/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Christ said this, His generation,
Would see His fulfillment,
C. S. Lewis said Christ was wrong,
And wondered where He went!
For six hundred sixty-six generations,
People haven’t clearly seen,
Christ comes quickly in whom He so desires,
And others treat such: real mean!
When Christ returns,
Will He find faith?
Now when He does,
People berate!
In That Day Teachings,
Offer generation six hundred sixty-seven,
Sight to understand,
How to bring on earth, at last, Father’s heaven!
Say: Blessed are those,
Who now do come in the nature of,
The One Who comes quick!
In the not proud, but humble dove!
Blessed are the pure,
For they shall see God,
The religious proud,
Think this notion odd!
In That Day,
Of the Lord’s intelligence,
We will see,
He’s come from Resurrection since!
He has been with us,
All the way!
But we’ve been too proud,
To truth say.
Now we are humbled,
And we pray,
Come now Lord Jesus,
Come today.
"Say what you like," we shall be told, "the apocalyptic beliefs of the first Christians have been proved to be false. It is clear from the New Testament that they all expected the Second Coming in their own lifetime. And, worse still, they had a reason, and one which you will find very embarrassing. Their Master had told them so. He shared, and indeed created, their delusion. He said in so many words, ‘this generation shall not pass till all these things be done.’ And He was wrong. He clearly knew no more about the end of the world than anyone else. It is certainly the most embarrassing verse in the Bible." (Matthew 24:34)
Essay "The World's Last Night" (1960), found in The Essential C.S. Lewis, p-385.
Matthew 24:34: Verily I say unto you, This generation shall not pass, till all these things be fulfilled.
Wisdom From Seneca the Younger
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/3/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Prosperity Doctrine… is regarded by the sheeple as true, by those who can think for themselves as false and by the power mad and money grubbers as… useful. (Seneca the Younger paraphrased.)
Rapture/Dispensational Doctrine… (ditto.)
Mojo-Jive Emotional Insanity… (ditto.)
Seeker Friendly Truth Avoidance… (ditto.)
Dry Bones Intellectual Obfuscation… (ditto.)
Apologetic Myopic Rigidity… (ditto.)
Prophetic Jabberwocky… (ditto.)
Emergent Gobbledygook… (ditto.)
The TBN Family of Compromise… (ditto.)
And…
Socialism (Unions, Greenies, Social (un) Justice Thuggery)… (ditto.)
However…
ITDTs are regarded by the power mad and money grubbers as evil and dangerous.
And…
Jerfferson’s Limited Government Ideas… (ditto, i.e. evil and dangerous.)
Take home point: Bad doctrine church is spiritual brother to socialist enslavement. Wrong church and wrong government take money and power as they blind. They will not self-correct, nor be transparent nor get good.
Take home point: ITDTs want you to believe the tragic viewpoint of Greek/Jewish/Gothic-Christian wisdom, which is that man and man’s institutions can be self-asserting, greedy and power mad. Thus man and its institutions must dedicate themselves to mutual self-restraint, which coincidentally, is how man and its institutions are God-indwelt. Liberty, which is mutual dedication to self-restraint, stops hell and brings heaven!
Our Worst Enemy: Intelligence!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/4/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
They come to us to learn to think,
They come to us to learn to drink,
We preach,
We teach,
Yea, bravery!
They think they learn to think,
They think they learn to drink,
We trick ’em,
We sic ‘em,
Yea, knavery!
But then they listen long to talk radio,
They wonder what it is that we know,
Demagoguery,
Self-flattery,
Nay, savory!
They eventually: gain in intelligence,
They leave, but we don’t care since,
Newfound sheeple,
Fill our steeple,
Yea, battery!
So, we continue on in unbroken endless loop,
No matter how many find we’re full of poop,
Our eyes see all,
And that is all,
Yea, slavery!
Earth Was Perfect for Us
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/7/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I just don’t know how I made heaven,
When I got here I was surprised!
But one thing we here all agree on,
One thing is commonly surmised.
Earth was for us perfect,
As perfect can be,
It smashed our egos,
Most perfectly.
On earth, I was a terror,
To myself and others,
So earth bashed me and smashed me,
Removing pride’s covers.
In each decade,
Of my long, misery-filled life,
Pride was hit hard,
Earth removed my internal strife.
Earth was for us perfect,
As perfect can be,
It smashed our egos,
Most perfectly.
How’s Earth for you?
Is it hard, hard on your ego?
Then Earth is good,
In heaven, God willing, you’ll know.
Earth will have been perfect,
As perfect can be,
If it smashed your ego,
Most perfectly.
Doubting Thomas
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/15/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Jeremiah 7:19
I wanted to come and Be in Tom,
But Tom was a hard-to-figure cube Rubik,
I wanted to come and Think in Tom,
But Tom had doubled-down on stupid.
I wanted to come and Speak thru Tom,
But Tom was full of self-imposed ignorance,
I wanted to give a Word thru Tom,
But Tom was in a Christian mantra-trauma-trance!
Oh Tom, Oh Tom, Oh Thomas,
How I long to live in you!
You doubt that I can do that?
Shame, shame, shame! Great shame on you!
I believe you have the intellectual firepower,
For Me to come: Behold! quickly in you,
But you believe in rapture at some strange hour,
I’ll take you away from what you must do?
Be pruned and grow to reject de-coherence,
Reject biblical silly putty, run amok-sterism,
But you say, Don’t worry? Jesus is coming?
My come-now words you reject! You believe justfgs: hucksterism!
Oh Tom, Oh Tom, Oh Thomas,
How I long to live in you!
You doubt that I can do that?
Shame, shame, shame! Great shame on you!
Your biblical infidelity is legion,
Yours is a maladjusted sub-Christianity,
Words don’t matter to agenda-nistas like you,
You teach line upon line and precepts of vanity!
Do such as you provoke Me to anger?
No, you only provoke the confusion of your own faces!
Wrongly you look for Me in clouds coming,
While defenestrating all in whom are My come-now traces.
Oh Tom, Oh Tom, Oh Thomas,
How I long to live in you!
You doubt that I can do that?
Shame, shame, shame! Great shame on you!
What did you think In That Day is, ANY WHO?
Pride Blesses No God-Bearer
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Matthew 23:38-39
I see now Christ is come,
In my neighbor across the street,
But I won’t honor him!
‘Cause no one honored Christ in me!
So we’re stuck like this,
We’re stuck around the world,
Christ has come in us!
Yet our pride keeps God unfurled.
Unless you say: Blessed is he!
Who comes in the nature of God!
Your house remains desolate!
Ego makes us think this not odd.
I see now Christ is come,
In my neighbor across the street,
Damn my pride, I’ll bless him!
And kill my ego, no small feat!
Well, what do you know!
More, more, much more of God came in me!
First, bless another,
God-bearer, and more of God lives in thee!
Deeply and Disturbingly Brainwashed
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Revelation 22
The Body of Christ has been,
Deeply and disturbingly brainwashed,
To believe wildcat doctrines,
NOT: Jesus comes quick once ego’s tossed!
BUT: Jesus does come quick in you and I,
IF: we honor purely seen in each other,
GOD’S SON: come quick in saints of us,
AS: we honor saint sister and brother!
But the brainwashed will honor,
Nothing beyond their sad, sorry egos,
That’s two-thousand years’ history,
How brainwashed church’s story goes!
Now comes In That Day enlightenment!
Increased God-intelligence on the march!
Bridging the gap between ego‘s error,
God, come in man, thru His Son’s great arc!
Thus, we are deeply and disturbingly,
Brainwashed no more!
But we wonder, What in the heck is our,
Same old church for?
It is now for great repentance,
Repentance deep and wide!
For their millennia brainwashing,
And keeping Christ outside!
Repent, oh brainwashers,
Repent for a long, long season!
And Christ will come in you,
And with Christ: long absent reason!
That’s what’s happening,
In That Day,
Like it or lump it,
Hear God’s say.
Earth Could Have Been a Contender
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 5/24/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Jeremiah 6:16
Earth could have been a contender,
It’s now ripped up!
Who, when traveling star to star,
Would look them up?
Oh Earth, oh sad Earth,
My true Son died to live in thee,
To indwell thee now,
But you said, “With Him, we can’t be!”
Galactic civilizations, some of you think, don’t exist because,
They nuked themselves before learning space travel!
But like Earth, they do, but remain stupefied and conflicted,
Because in their own way they reject God in their hovel!
Earth could have been a contender,
Boldly going where My Son has gone before,
But you won’t have Him inside you,
My friends ask, “What did you make Earth for?”
For My Son I made the Earth,
And its souls for Him to inhabit!
Until Church figures this out,
I leave it dumb as a rabbit!
Except for my prophets and seekers,
In whom My Son inhabits and relates,
I leave the church world stupefied,
Left behind in their chosen, desolate fates.
Oh Earth, oh sad Earth,
My true Son died to live in thee,
To indwell thee now,
But you said, “With Him, we can’t be!”
Tie Me Up Until Denouement!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/23/09 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Tie me up until the great, awaited, hoped for denouement,
And then I’ll be free!
Tie me up and have your popular, broadcast Christian way,
Until I can see!
The first shackle: the rapture,
Causing fear and laziness,
Second: eternal security,
Causing supine craziness.
Tie me with prophetic jabberwocky,
Those are real good binds!
None on earth and not even God,
Can follow their minds!
Tie me with seeker-friendly-truth-avoidance,
Then I can be a fun beast!
Seeker-friendly allows all abominations,
No complaints in the least!
Tie me up and rope me up,
Tight bind me: ever more!
Prosperity! Yeah, baby!
Now that is a whore!
Prosperity preachers receive their monies: so saintly,
While we buy a foul, greedy lie,
That give-to-get isn’t a big self-serving Ponzi scheme,
Like a shoplifter’s alibi!
Tie me, bind me, fill me,
With total nonsense!
Wrap me with mojo-emotion,
Any evil pretense!
Or just plain old do-nothing-worship-weakness,
And old-fashioned truth-avoidance,
I can be propagandized: any bad thing,
In obsequies compliance!
Bind me up even more,
And choke-tie me bound down!
I might be God-bearing,
And bring heaven around!
Tie me with tithes and endless tax-and-spend fees,
Tie me with sailing ship anchor-chains of great guilt,
Tie me with uncritical thought immersion,
It’s how empires of blind-leading-the-blind are built!
Empires of emotional insanity,
Built on foundations of sand,
Built by cruelly tying me up,
Your shackled Christian man.
I’m a full-bound-up man,
Tied until denouement,
Blinkered until In That Day,
A day of improvement.
A day when God must manifest,
In unbound-by-wrong-doxie persons,
A day when rapture and the rest,
Are cut off by orthodox conversions.
Tied up until denouement,
Then free-in-God at last!
No limit to God manifesting,
When bad doctrines are axed!
The free Christian so happy,
To be, hurrah! God-indwelt!
Will find it odd that for so long,
Ties were what believers felt!
Ties make prisoners,
Prisoners of thought,
Get free, oh captives,
From what we’ve bought.
We’ve bought lies as Christians,
Antithetical to indwelling!
Now, In That Day: Denouement,
We buy freedom that God is selling!
Oh denouement, oh denouement!
Hallelu!
Cut loose lie-ties, and God lives in,
I and you!
Oh freed one, oh freed one,
Cry not for what freedom has cost!
Help others, help others,
Tied up in insouciance: still lost!
Yes, people will cry when denouement comes,
Narrowly avoiding hell,
We’ll all cry big tears of happy sadness,
In That Day, we’ll wail.
As Pontius Pilate said to Ben Hur in the 1959 movie of the same name, as he discussed the downfall of bad man Messala: "What he did had its way with him... Where there is greatness, great government or power, even great feeling or compassion, error also is great. We progress and mature by fault." Word to the wise of broadcast Christianity: GET READY TO MATURE BY FAULT.
A lot of what passes for broadcast Christianity, might by history be viewed as mere insanity and self-asserted personality worship. The sheep have been fed ego of persona worship, and the poorly fed sheep are mis-shapen and confused by eating such disgusting dust-of-self-deification.
For thirty years the broadcast leaders of Christianity have received virtually no, perhaps absolutely no, correction. And maybe there is a God that is tired of such wolves-in-sheep's clothing. The warning is this: "What has been done will have its way."
It ain't the world that will be corrected! It's Church!
Curious or Crucifier
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/01/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Teachings, teachings,
Teachings profound!
Gospel Kingdom,
Heard without sound.
Spirit to spirit,
Deep calleth unto deep!
We weep, oh we weep!
That most can’t hear or keep!
We’re not the illuminati,
Nor Gnostics mysterious,
We’re in-Christ God-bearers,
Higher Ground: You curious?
Curious or crucifier,
Take your pick,
In That Day, one or the other,
God comes quick!
The Levitical priesthood,
Accomplished nothing of maturity,
Ditto today’s church brood,
Then and now: reviling who’s in purity.
Who has come in Christ?
And who has not?
Church teaches to kill,
Whom they’ve forgot.
The Word Depredators
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/03/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
In the beginning,
The Word delighted in the sons of men,
Word depredators,
Fear it’s happening now once again.
For the Word is God,
And God shall live in man,
Word depredators,
Love death and hate this plan.
God is now alive,
And quickly returns in whom He can,
Word depredators,
Use dead-bible words to stop I AM.
Pick any poison,
Seeker, emergent, emotion jabberwocky,
Word depredators,
Use any strange-fire, brain-rape, blinding malarkey.
God-bearers rejoice,
When they see Christ in each other,
Word depredators,
Killed Christ once, and now: their brother.
God-bearers fear God,
And fear for whom strike at their face,
Word depredators,
Think their word-strikes win them the race.
When Church De-Coherence Is Not Retarded
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/04/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When church de-coherence,
Is not retarded,
The good of God is stopped,
And bad started.
When truth is given,
The middle finger,
The lions devour,
They do not linger.
Cycles of vacation and deliberate denial,
From God’s reality,
Make convenient lies to sheep necessary,
And death to fealty.
Church brains died,
Generations ago,
When what’s due comes,
They’ll proclaim, None could know!
When nothing in church is more important,
Than maintaining a lie,
God lets evil rise up, prayer impotent,
Until the self-blinded: cry.
God gives history,
No guarantee,
Anything it takes,
To set us free.
We’re Blind ‘til Judgment Hits!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/5/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
We’re blind ‘til judgment hits!
Don’t tell us nothing!
We’re full of this and that,
And endless something!
We’re blind ‘til judgment hits,
We can’t learn we’re wrong!
Until then we know all,
Seers don’t belong!
We’ve got a bible verse for this,
And another misread to top even that!
Scripture wars we win real big,
We smash all Gospel Kingdom truth down flat!
We tell seers, We don’t care,
Rapture takes us out of the way!
Seers say, Who blinded you sheep?
Soft heads fare poor on judgment day!
Seers say to future escapers,
Get ready to be proved wrong,
Christ comes now in good believers,
Time comes not to fly, but be strong!
We’re blind ‘til judgment hits!
Don’t tell us nothing!
We’re full of this and that,
And endless something!
We’re blind ‘til judgment hits,
We can’t learn we’re wrong!
Until then we know all,
Seers don’t belong!
Seers say this is why epic revival,
Hasn’t happened and won’t yet,
First judgment comes to rapture escapists,
That that idea: they forget!
You’ve Had the Net
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/7/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
You’ve had the net,
Of the Bible!
You’ve had the net,
Of the scribal!
Now We’ll see,
Who is able,
To find Me,
Out of stable,
Out of Bethlehem,
Out of star,
Out of churchmen’s minds,
Standing far.
Far from Me,
Many who think near!
And of God,
They have no fear!
Time is out,
To learn: how I come!
Woes start,
Recompense begun!
School is out,
Therefore, hard knocks are in.
Who I’m not,
Who’ve let in: the wrong friend.
Shocked, shocked! Once they,
Understand!
At end: how came,
Now I AM!
Me, Moses and Slavery
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/8/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I’m a preacher who likes Moses,
I love sheep, I feed their noses!
Sheep, I say, buy me a building,
To freedom’s call I’ll be yielding!
Sheep, I say, buy me great broadcast facilities,
Your champion of freedom hates all slaveries!
Sheep, I say, buy me a jet,
I’ll stop all enslavement yet!
Sheep, I say, buy me a rocket to the moon,
Moses and I will stop our orbs’ slavery soon!
Sheep, I say, how dare you knock me down!
Have I not kept slavery from coming around?
Sheep, I say, that’s better: empty your, fill my purse,
My godly mission to stop slavery must run its course!
Where I Hide Myself
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/9/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I like to hide Myself,
I like to hide in you!
My cloud in your cloud face,
All you I can imbue!
All with eyes to see,
Love: you-in-Me,
All who cannot see,
Hate: you-in-Me!
As it was with the disciples,
So it is with you,
They’ll hang, beat, whip or imprison,
Any Christian true!
To others I say, It doesn’t take,
Memorizing scripture,
To others I say, Where is your,
Faith in Cross’ picture?
I died NOT that you,
Can win your scripture debate wars!
I died to STOP that,
Indwelt, heaven on earth now soars!
I AM like a Great Big Elephant,
Ignored in a crowded room,
Ignored by people full of scripture,
Each a scripture-filled tomb!
Will you see Me in others?
Will you let Me have you quickened heaven?
The question In That Day,
Who prides in being desolate leaven?
Glass Jaw Ministers
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/13/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
If Glass Jaw Ministers teach us the Word,
Why are Glass Jaw Ministers so absurd?
They sound shaky, flaky and scared,
Glass Jaw Ministers are unprepared!
But Glass Jaw Ministers know it all,
Glass Jaw Ministers think they’re tall,
With scripture verses for everything,
Glass Jaw Ministers make Self king!y
While Glass Jaw Ministers are so profound,
Glass Jaw Ministers won’t be around,
When Jesus returns in you and I,
Glass Jaw Ministers will be sly!
For Glass Jaw Ministers take no correction,
Glass Jaw Ministers teach soul confection,
They tell deaf sheep what they want to hear,
When Jesus comes, They say: Have no fear!
Glass Jaw Ministers teach: Fear not God,
Glass Jaw Ministers, God says are odd,
When Jesus returns in you and I,
Glass Jaw Ministers will crack and lie!
Glass Jaw Ministers are great banes of each nation,
Glass Jaw Ministers teach strange rapture creation,
When Jesus returns in you and I,
Proud Glass Jaw Ministers desolate: shall cry.
Let Tribulation Manifest and Christ in You Be
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/15/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Church shenanigans must manifest,
In socialism’s hard slavery,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
In double-dip bad economy,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
God let it be!
Church shenanigans must manifest,
In mystical tyrants,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
In defiant giants,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
God let it be!
Church shenanigans must manifest,
Until people see the cause,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
Hating in whom: Christ was,
Church shenanigans must manifest,
God let it be!
Man’s church won’t wake up,
It hates the free,
Man’s church won’t wake up,
To Christ in ye,
Man’s church won’t wake up,
God let it be!
Christ returns again in Spirit,
In you and me!
Christ returns again in Spirit,
For us to see!
Christ returns again in Spirit,
God let it be!
The Covert Unredeemed
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The covert unredeemed,
Is Harlot Church,
Stuck in fake righteousness,
Stuck in a lurch.
The covert unredeemed,
Live blind in hell,
Now and tomorrow,
They bode not well!
The covert unredeemed,
Crucified Christ,
And again unbeknownst,
Christ’s body heist.
The covert unredeemed,
Hate Christ’s appearing,
Happening post Calvary,
Truth is now nearing.
The covert unredeemed,
Is the Church Harlot whoring,
Mocking all correction,
Lording o’er whom they’re goring.
The covert unredeemed,
Will get precisely their due,
Unpaid whores’ll be shocked,
When Christ-in-you is full through.
The covert unredeemed,
Refuse to learn, God saith,
Refuse to learn on Earth,
How to steal life from death.
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Read the You Testament!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Read the You Testament,
Read it today!
Read the You Testament,
What does it say?
Through another,
Imbued of God!
Halt, proud ones,
Think it not odd!
Read the You Testament,
Christ-in-you!
And others! What’d you think,
God would do?
Read the You Testament,
Every day exciting!
God restoring all things,
Church wrongs now righting!
Read the You Testament,
It’s better than scripture!
Read God humbly in others,
Have you got the picture?
Read the You Testament,
No? No, you won’t?
You hate God in others?
Of all things, don’t!
And write the You Testament,
By demonstrating in action God’s mind,
Through your deeds and deeds alone,
Showing who’s imbued and who’s left behind.
Fresh Sinking Titanics
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Every day, a fresh,
Sinking Titanic!
What happens now is,
Not small: gigantic!
Church world expecting,
The rapture,
Be not fooled by that,
Mind capture!
Even with every day a fresh,
Sinking Titanic,
Behold now: God comes in Spirit,
Something fantastic!
The church world hating,
God’s in-Spirit coming,
God must not do that!
Is their bad reasoning!
Every day a fresh,
Sinking Titanic,
Christ-in-you: with peace!
The rest: frantic.
But the rapture-blind,
Won’t be changed,
As God destroys church,
They’ve maintained.
Every day a fresh,
Spanking new kind of Sinking Titanic,
Get now Christ’s mind-peace!
Or keep rapture’s lie and get more panic!
Be Careful Around Who IS
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/20/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Be careful around who IS,
Funny things happen around,
The Christ-bearer profound,
They let God do: His biz!
Ignore a God-bearer,
You will, by God, be ignored!
Slap down a God-bearer,
In recompense, you’ll be gored!
Don’t believe this?
I didn’t! Well, not at first,
But when I hurt,
God-bearers: I got hurt the worst!
Weird things happen,
Around the God-imbued,
The good: get good!
And the bad: what they should!
Christ took it meekly,
On the cross two-thousand years ago,
Not now in us!
Beware the indwelt! Fear God, you know?
Fear God,
And all will be well!
In us,
His story to tell.
In the beginning,
God told a story,
Even so: right now!
In us: God’s glory!
Be careful, therefore, around who IS,
Don’t wish ill of who convicts us of sin,
Harm comes back double, treble times: times,
And the reverse is also: when God comes in!
Job’s Desolate Comforters
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/23/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Feeling desolate,
Are Job’s comforters,
Hating the imbued,
Slinging barbed arrows!
Their world of accusation,
Not sublime: slime!
Their harsh condemnation,
Bad time, bad rhyme!
Feeling in-filled,
And at peace,
Not Job’s comforters,
Young Elihu sees!
Let Elihu speak,
And teach all: The Way!
Job’s comforters next,
In whom has God’s sway.
Each of us on course,
For God’s indwelling,
Once Job’s comforters,
Cease and desist selling.
Selling compound lies that,
They know the mind of God all,
‘Fess up: We’re rigid righteous!
God: flexible, and us: small!
Once learnt: God is flexible,
And does precisely as He chooses,
The proud rigid turn around,
Thus, flexibly imbued: who loses?
Who loses,
Are the yet unyielding rigid,
Who for now,
Remain, un-warmed by light, frigid.
So sacrosanct, they pray,
For Jesus to quickly return,
Yet spit on neighbor’s face,
In whom Christ’s love light does burn.
And the uncorrectable idiots in charge,
Of Christian religion and great teaching,
Want their Christianity just as they say,
Give in whom Christ has come: a beating.
And so we in whom Christ is,
Take the beating with sad eyes,
Until those doing God a favor,
See their own tragic disguise.
The Churchmen’s Confidence Game
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/26/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
A confidence game is what,
A confidence man sells,
Lovers of lies: the duped,
Receive what the lie-man tells!
A con man employs hidden wiles,
And never explains them,
A seer studies their strange styles,
So as: to not use them!
Funny thing is: church folk oft,
Are full of wiles!
Politicos learn from them,
Increasing guiles!
Thus political and clerical tyranny,
Is on the march!
Escape harlot church and blinding politics,
To get God’s mark!
God’s mark for us,
Is to be free!
In sight, in love,
In God: to BE!
God’s mind of Christ,
All-wise, all-seeing and all-kind,
Not dumb, not blind,
Con men swap proud head for behind!
Behind all con men,
Nothing, nothing at all,
But IN the indwelt,
Our God: taller than tall!
Our poor church leaders, blind to truth,
Are at risk to see! See what?
They’ve become, in their wile-ways,
Just con men: and nothing but!
Restoring the Balance to Earth’s Universe
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/26/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Restoring the balance to Earth’s universe,
Is now: quite a trick!
The rigid-rule-bound versus the relative,
Has made us: all sick!
The relative say the rigid,
Are cruel!
The rigid say the relative,
Are fool!
Who’s right? Isn’t the question,
For both are wrong!
Both require a con game,
And con men strong!
The only reality, in fact,
Is what has been created by God,
Not relative, not rigid!
And: you must not think this odd!
There are no fixed rules,
Just guideposts!
Rigid and relative folk,
This hurts most!
Not left: relative; not right: rigid,
But smack down the middle!
God leaves room for Himself and humans,
Giving room to wiggle!
Room to wiggle is what it takes,
For Earth’s universe to be just!
Mystic tyrants of both antipodes,
Behold: self-destruct and bust!
Amoral pragmatists can’t,
Justify themselves!
Nor rigid-righteous folk,
Who make their own hells!
Welcome leftists, rightists,
To God’s good middle!
Rome, have you noticed, burns!
Stop playing fiddle!
God is sovereign,
He’s Divine-flexible holy!
He indwells us,
Once spirit broken: to BE!
But idiots will argue,
Each their idiotic case!
Meanwhile God moves on,
And IN Earth’s blessed race!
Balance IS being restored,
As foretold!
Ancient is the story,
As man: old!
Left-Loose, Right-Rigid and Truth’s Exceptional Guideposts
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 6/29/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Leaders loyal to eternal guideposts,
Allowing exceptions to fixed rules,
Best the rigid-right or relative-left,
Who’ve been wolves, confidence men and fools!
There are no fixed rules,
Only guidelines: is too much for you?
Well, we hate the boss who,
Lords rigid or loose: both traps of goo!
Oft our founders had it right,
In constitution and bible!
Dumb trees too rigid or loose,
Prostrate in time to the pliable!
Left-right hypocrites are cheap,
With no faith in man or God above,
But wisdom says: No fixed rules,
Only guidelines is at end: love!
A certain left-relative, “What is truth?”
Amoral pragmatist washed of Christ his hands,
As the right-rigid crowd crucified,
The One showing holy Father’s flexible stands.
God is love and love is flexible,
Nothing ever, in fact, beats that!
God’s best rules are guideposts not rigid,
God abides in where love’s at!
Whom the Son sets free is,
Soaring free indeed!
Holy flexible, not left, not right,
Is what we need!
Still stuck left? Still stuck right?
And still you don’t know quite what to do?
Let love’s guideposts give you,
Room to do and be all in God: true!
My Heaven Delayed by Eternal Security
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 8/8/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I was in hell a while,
Until I saw the light,
I had thought Eternal,
Security was right!
When I was alive, that is,
On Earth: a preacher,
Preaching: Once saved, always!
(Not a good teacher!)
I then ended up a while,
In hell!
Then: in heaven, so all is,
Quite well!
ALL are indeed saved,
Jesus draws ALL near,
Some on Earth quick obey,
The rest in hell dear!
In hell, a place of enlightenment,
Not torture fires,
All come to Jesus eventually,
None stuck in mires!
My main problem on Earth then,
I believed in a licentious pass,
Being secure in much sin,
I increased errors of my past!
Then: in afterlife,
Not direct to heaven I was sent!
Direct to hell,
To bend knee and truly, truly repent!
So Eternal Security from this vantage,
Is a trap for the misinformed,
Some who lived it for sloth or gain first go to hell,
Before heaven, to get God-formed!
Thus with enlightenment and heaven, all get it,
But it’s pay now or pay later,
Hard man wants a hard hell, but God’s not with it,
Ask yourself, Whose love is greater?
Where IS the Treasure?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/24/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Is it in gold?
Is it in name?
Is it in evil?
It is in fame?
Where IS the treasure?
Whom to follow?
Whom to be?
What will get us,
Utmost free?
What IS the measure?
Sure: God and the bible,
(But leave off all that!)
What is the kind and style,
Of our next, new hat?
Where IS the gold?
That Christ must manifest,
In man and child,
Is a foreign concept,
Much, much too wild!
God’s plan of old?
Only the bravest,
Or only the dumbest,
Know, truly know,
Just how Christ cometh,
In YOU, Behold!
Visit the En-Christed!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 10/28/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I was a disciple of Jesus,
Never mind the name,
My story is for you modern folk,
So outside the main.
The main thing Christ did to us,
Was to help us change!
He did it with God-power near,
Souls thus rearrange!
Let me reintroduce to you,
God’s power in indwelt man!
Find God’s power in a Beloved One,
This IS God’s old-new plan!
Seek NOT the church service!
Seek NOT the arena dome,
Seek this: In That Day’s en-Christed ones,
To rearrange soul’s home!
Holy-Ground-Power changed Moses,
Holy-Ground-Power changed me,
I was a disciple in Jesus’ day,
His power set me free!
I learned about this peculiar power,
When I left Jesus to visit home,
I left the unseen Holy-Ground-Power,
And was chilled to the bone.
His power! His power!
Christ’s power changed me!
Where’s the power this hour,
To set you free?
We disciples of old knew it!
As we walked to our Master!
Holy ground waves of power,
Made us whole! (All else disaster!)
The power ran away the religious posers,
It ran away the faint hearted,
Beware en-Christed power in lovely ones,
Devils in you first get started!
Devils in us, thus make us run,
From (not to!) God-bearing ones,
Quit not! Be brave! March on!
God’s power exposes bums!
Religious bums won’t visit, won’t talk,
To a Christ-manifesting son,
God’s power will find them out, they fear,
They quit before change begun!
Seek! Seek! Seek! Oh beloved, Find that man!
The true, humble, Christ-manifesting One!
If you can stand their presence (God-in-man!)
E’er long you become another God’s son!
Church doesn’t do this,
Nor study from afar,
So, visit! Visit!
Find out who you are!
We old disciples knew God’s power,
In Jesus first, then Him-in-us second!
For two-thousand years it’s been lost,
Visit now en-Christed ones! (God’s redound!)
Feel the waves of glory!
In the simple company of God’s indwelt ones!
God’s love in them heals all,
In this: Spirit and Truth, we become God’s sons!
So get up and visit!
Visit face-to-face!
The world and its churches,
Are lost! Find enabled-ones’ grace!
But beware, oh proud man,
Who won’t bless his en-Christed fellow superior!
God’s holy waves of grace,
Devine enablement, stops at pride inferior!
Bless! Bless! Bless! Bless! Bless!
He who comes in Christ’s manifested nature,
And power rebounds!
Or be desolate! Choose now your future!
Choose to honor God’s glory,
Come In That Day (as foretold) in man!
Or curse God’s indwelt ones,
You’ll be desolate, not IN God’s clan!
Catch God’s plan!
Be indwelt with power in God,
Church has failed!
Face-to-face be taught! This: now laud!
It’s too much to ask, you say?
Hasn’t the church prayed for years?
Send us a deliverer!
Now Christ-in-You: gives fears?
Foolish, foolish children,
Your foretold time of redemption draweth nigh!
Stop selling lies on lies,
Colossians One: Twenty-six, seven now buy!
We won’t! We won’t! We won’t!
Stop church idolatry and then honor indwelt-man!
You say to this idea?
Well, you can’t stop God’s church implosion plan.
Behold now, the severity of the LORD,
Church leaders failing right and left!
While God’s holy, manifesting, indwelt ones,
Duplicate themselves in God’s cleft!
Duplicate en-Christedness,
That’s God’s manifesting-in-you plan!
Visit face-to-face such an one,
Catch God’s In That Day now if you can!
It’s so Easy to be Moral!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/03/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Question NOT my authority,
Western Enlightenment I preach!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
I’m a charismatic preacher-shepherd,
The stage-hypno-mesmerized I keep,
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Rule One: Receive unquestioned all I say,
As God’s Word delivered full neat!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Rule Two: Forget the ancient wisdom of,
The true and profound thinking Greek!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Rule Three: Take my dribble-pabulum doxie,
Forget I’m a power-mad, thin-skinned freak!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
My destiny: Implosions squared,
But from my audience: Not a squeak!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Thus I’ve anti-prepared God’s children,
For the great end-time harvest reap,
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Oh the horror, the horrible horror,
When blinders come off those who seek,
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Antichrist himself, isn’t far away,
When sheep see why their ditch doth reek!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Antichrist himself, is, uh-hum: well, me!
Your dumbing-down pastor, moi, so sweet!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Automatic check account withdrawal,
Give me bank route and numbers complete!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Do as I say, not precisely as I do,
My flaky, weird mantras now repeat!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
Ghouls, zombies, brain-kilt, dead-in-Christ,
My fruit, my flock, our supper we eat!
It’s so easy to be moral!
With sight-robbed sheep put to sleep!
The Parable of Cat-Taught Mice
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/12/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Once a Wise Mouse traveled abroad to visit a strange land called Public Mouse Educationland. There he saw cats (of all things!) teaching young mice to love cats! (Back in Wise Mouseland, mice teach mice to beware of cats!) But in Public Mouse Educationland, young mice were taught by old cats, who not surprisingly, ATE the mice after they grew up!
How convenient for the cats! thought the Wise Mouse. Cautiously, he asked a Very Old Cat if their cat-taught mice ever suspected something was wrong.
Why yes, Mr. Wise Mouse from Wise Mouseland! Here at Public Mouse Educationland we sometimes are pestered with questions from bothersome mice!
What do you do? asked the Wise Mouse.
That's easy! We send them to Wise Cat Church! Who do you think taught us our tricks?
Thus ends this parable about political and clerical mystic tyranny, tyranny which stops cogent thinking, stops honest questions and stops greater love and blinds all.
Except I must add that the Wise Mouse, at no small risk, kept visiting the poor, mind-enshackled mice in Public Mouse Educationland. And he'd try to talk sense to them. And, he even talked to the cats!
Why? The Wise Mouse from Wise Mouseland loved everybody and everything. He believed the poor mice and cats in Public Mouse Educationland had a cheap sort of love, a cheap love that was killing their spirits and making them blind!
So the Wise Mouse kept coming back to the land of mind-enslaved cats and mice hoping the time had come for some, if not all, to see!
See?
The Church is Bamboozled!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/15/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
The Church is bamboozled,
Thus saith the LORD,
A lying heart is its,
Umbilical cord.
Sheep conned by,
Conning shepherds,
Spots donned by,
Dunning leopards.
Their ink blot imaginings,
Say Christ comes in the by and by,
So, AM I late? LATE?
And to be with you, must I fly?
Think what you believe,
Be NOT a desolate lemming!
For I come quickly,
Behold Me now! Stop this sinning!
Your love of bamboozlers,
And need to be bamboozled is your sin,
Cease all waiting for Me,
Hear Me and see Me out! I AM within!
Blind Obedience
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/18/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Blind Obedience,
To What? To What?
Blind Obedience,
For naught! For naught!
Little Children, wayward church leaders,
Have NOT been sheep feeders,
But poisoners a foot!
Little Children, they’ve made you assassins,
Of the elect that remains,
To hack at the root!
The root of one hundred years of wayward doxie,
That has stood in scandalous proxy,
For this: Christ-in-You!
The body of Christ has been heisted,
It’s been antichristed!
By wolves cheating: YOU!
Blind obedience! The wolves ask,
To complete their task,
To darken light now!
Obey the Truth! not them in mask,
They serve poison flask,
To them: DO NOT BOW!
Even God Himself wants no blind obedience,
He wants you cogent and off the fence!
Know which side you’re on!
As Jesus was back then, so you can be now,
God wants His full life inside somehow,
In That Day has begun!
True Obedience! not the blind kind,
Which loves God and mankind,
Is where it is honestly at!
Let God do what He did to Jesus,
Him IN us alone will save us!
It’s as simple, children, as that!
Just see the wolves as impossible,
And true apostle as true apostle,
Over is the time to grieve!
Blind Obedience, this do no more!
And run far from each wolf-shepherd whore!
Christ-in-You, now believe!
Why so Strange?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/22/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Why do we have to be so strange?
For God’s Kingdom to rearrange,
Things from down to up,
We drink a strange cup!
We’re misfits, odd and worse,
What it takes to change course,
Sorry, oh regulars!
We be strange, strange fellers!
We fell bad oaks, bad doxy folks,
Wolf-shepherds who’ve made sheep: cruel jokes!
Get used to us if you can,
We are strange! Strange to a man!
God made us and likes us: Strange,
We’re what it takes to help change,
Change shepherd and sheep to manifest Jesus!
Then we’ll all be strange and that will save us!
Pick a Day!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/24/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Pick a day, pick a date
Pick an old revival date!
Any old one will do,
If change you really hate!
If you love rapture,
Even though God does not,
If you love old church,
Even though much is rot!
If you love slouch thinking,
And making a rambling post,
If you love rigid religion,
And pontificating most!
Go pick a day, pick a date,
Pick any old revival time!
But God wants good doxy,
Not putrid, claptrap slime!
Pick a subject on old religion,
Argue up your vaunt!
You’ll have everything you need,
Except God’s true want!
God wants old doxy,
That’s putrid to be let go,
It’s what IN THAT DAY,
Is all about, don’t you know?
But put God in a box,
Any old box will do for you!
To keep you IN that box,
That God’s OUT. When will you?
What Should We Worship, Anyway?
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/24/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
You worship saints of old,
Yet crucify saints of today,
You say you don’t do that,
You say you don’t, you say.
You worship saints of old,
Like Pharisees and scribes did in the day of Jesus!
You worship saints of old,
And you think, In That Day, that that will save us!
You worship saints of old,
And in truth, it is a ruse,
Because: change you won’t,
CHANGE is what you refuse!
You worship saints of old,
And think that will bring revival,
All it does is bury today’s lies,
And keep yourself from being liable.
You worship saints of old,
And won’t reject rapture, slouch and greed,
Wake up wake up, wake up!
Honor truth today! That’s what you need!
You worship saints of old,
And make endless petty points,
God wants broke, contrite souls,
To make revival joints!
STOP worshipping saints of old,
If they could speak this’s what they’d say,
Now do what we did, IN CHRIST,
It is late, late, late: In That Day!
You Can’t Control Whom God Indwells!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/25/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
You can’t control whom God indwells!
But you can control rapture buys and sells!
You can’t control how God manifests,
But you can control who passes preacher tests!
You can buy and sell greed prosperity,
You can buy and sell rapture-fear temerity,
You can buy and sell slouch-doxy friendly-seekers,
But you can’t control God,
But do not think this is odd,
Give up control! Give up! All ye control teachers!
Higher ground is uncontrollable,
But God isn’t unknowable,
God manifesters, they know!
Thinkers who must have control,
Have sold most of their soul,
Oft wrong is the way they go!
Pull up! Pull up! Rigid dive-bomber!
The fruit of being a conniver,
Stinks! It stinks! It stinks!
Open up to God’s Higher Ground,
Give honor to the Indwelt hanging ‘round,
You won’t be so desolate, me thinks!
You can’t control whom God indwells!
This message cuts like an ax that fells,
A century of evil, rotten doxy,
Oh well, rigid preachers tried,
Oh well, rigid thinkers lied,
As God, they make a rather puerile proxy!
Buy and sell Truth!
A bracing vermouth!
Eschew easy-cheap for hard-begot thought!
Rapture or slouch or greed,
Or seeker-easy or rigid feed,
Have been ego chow for the sheep’s lot!
Higher Ground people,
Are the opposite of sheeple,
God controls them, not the reverse!
Duplicate Christ’s Spirit!
But first you must hear It,
Hurray! When church isn’t perverse!
You can’t control whom God indwells!
This needs to be repeated,
Until lies are deleted,
And foul funding depleted,
And ego teachers are unseated,
And rigidness is completely defeated!
You can’t control whom God indwells!
The High Cost of Cheap Thinking
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/26/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
I was a frightened and petulant Christian,
When I first started out,
I searched for burning-bush Higher Ground,
And here’s what I found out!
Openness to Higher Ground,
Takes transcendent maturity,
My first thought was: Never mind!
Cheaper thinking would set me free!
Cheaper thinking: like rapture,
First would fit the bill!
I could stay selfish and then,
God would take me still!
But I couldn’t control openness to transcendence,
To shut it I tried prosperity,
Then seeker-friendly, then rigid-logos,
Mojo-emotion: any style of church to be!
Cheapest thinking of all,
I settled on being a rigid control-freak,
You must observe Sunday,
Or Saturday, or every day of the week!
But I couldn’t control openness,
To great transcendent Higher Ground,
Christ-in-me kept coming back,
With His holy, flexible sound!
Christ’s sound in me was love,
And His powerful, big mind,
Paul’s Christ-in-you it IS!
As you will surely find.
We start, most of us, in Christianity,
Puny and cheap in thought,
Dare we grow? Dare we abandon the easy,
Dumb lies we’ve long bought?
I am a bold and forgiving Christian,
As I have ended up!
I found Christ-in-you Higher Ground and,
It’s a bittersweet cup!
Yet bittersweet beats desolate,
Any day of the week!
Christ-in-You beats anything
This isn’t cheap speak!
You see, it is cheap thinking,
Christians: who pay such a terrible cost!
So let’s give up cheap thinking,
So Christ-in-you, or me, won’t be lost!
Yes, let’s give up cheap thinking,
For Higher Ways on Higher Mount!
We must leave lies we first did love,
To gain more than we can count!
It Came to Me!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/27/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
When I was sixteen,
It came to me!
My license to drive,
It set me free!
Later, I drove to college,
And got a degree,
And unbeknownst: quick,
Pride! Pride came in me!
It came to me,
And then I got married,
Marriage came to me,,
And then I got harried!
Next, three boys came,
That’s what came to me!
Then: Oops! Crash! Bang!
I became: a divorcee!
And that’s what came to me,
And I couldn’t hide!
Then Christ came to me,
To live inside!
Not with pride, not with pride, not with pride,
Could Christ live in me!
He waited until pride died, pride died,
To live inside me!
Paul talked about it,
Long, long ago,
When Christ returns now!
Don’t you know?
For EACH believer,
Christ picks a time!
Will He find faith,
In our own mind?
So as time goes by,
It came to me,
God’s time IS perfect,
We all must see!
God’s time IS perfect,
To return quickly,
Behold with eyes to see,
Christ’s return in thee!
And don’t nay say,
Christ’s return in others!
IN nay sayers, well,
Christ never bothers!
So it came to me,
This is God’s plan!
Christ will manifest,
In all He can!
Now if Christ hasn’t come,
In you or your son,
Don’t worry! God always,
Finishes what’s begun!
Immaturely we think,
Christ will come in His Own body,
But He comes quick IN us!
The immature fight this: LOUDLY!
So brothers and sisters,
It comes down to this,
The immature can’t see!
When Christ comes: it’s bliss!
So in one woman, one man,
Or in one child,
Heaven on earth comes quick!
Man! Ain’t that wild!
The Scrambled Brains of Joe and Josette
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 11/30/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Joe’s brains are scrambled,
So are Josette’s!
Scrambled by wrong doxy,
And dark church nets!
Joe’s brains are dangerous,
So are Joesette’s!
They’ll bite the hand that feeds,
Truth the church vets!
Joe’s brains are murderous,
So are Josette’s!
They’ll kill their helpers,
Before truth sets!
Joe’s brains are forgivable,
So are Josette’s!
They’ll turn around in time,
Or so God bets!
Joe’s brains hate the light,
So do Josette’s,
Joe, Josette: Don’t fight!
Good as it gets!
Joe’s brains are proud,
Same with Josette,
They don’t know,
Whom they abet.
For two-thousand years,rw
They help Satan,
And stop indwelling,
God whom He can.
Yet Joe’s brains got unscrambled,
Much the same with Josett,
They now manifest Jesus!
Behold: sunrise and sunset!
Find a Cave Dweller!
By Robert Winkler Burke
Book #7 of In That Day Teachings
Copyright 12/3/10 www.inthatdayteachings.com
Find a cave dweller,
All ye coming out,
Out of church madness,
And in that is out!
Leaving up which is down,
And all that right which is left,
Leaving poisonous, barren,
Wolf-zombies in-Christ bereft!
Find a cave dweller,
Not the old, knuckle-dragging kind!
Find a cave dweller,
In whom God has uplifted mind!
Seek the mind of Christ,
Find how our brain is capable,
Church has been incest,
Raping all that is rape-able.
Learn truth from the truth indwelt,
Shocking though such truth be,
Learn from a real cave dweller,
So that God in-you will see!
How can a cave man or cave woman,
Dove-like quick: Un-chain your soul free?
By disbelieving ruinous church doxy,
And with love: So in-God you’ll be!
Such cave dwellers are advanced,
As advanced as church wolves are retarded,
Sit with them, get their God presence,
It’s late, oh hurt ones. Your remedy’s started!
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