Here Lies Death

Merry Christmas

White Christmas

The Disparity Gospel

By Mark Bishop

It seems so nice those words they're preaching

It goes down like honey those thoughts, their teaching

and think about the millions of lives they're reaching but for what?

I won't make suggestions on how to talk about the scripture

I'll just ask a couple questions and I hope you get the picture

The founder of our faith, Jesus Christ himself

was he born in poverty or did he have great wealth?

Is poverty the mark of one who didn't seek the Lord?
Then why does Jesus preach to the masses "blessed are the poor"?

How do we cope with a reality that's full pain and crying

when all they've taught us is a fallacy which hides the fact we're dying?

If we're all passing doesn't health fail? this can't be our forever

and if we're leaving then what use is earthly treasure?

Your best life now isn't this one if you know the God who saves

he didn't die to make you happy, he died to empty graves

So Almighty God could come and take the sinner's place

and glorify himself before a lost and broken race

You see we are a charity, our freedom was not free

oh the disparity to preach only that he

sacrificed a perfect life to build a better me

A Sinner's Plea

By Mark Bishop

I spend most nights alone

writing a poem, thinking about life

Or trying to run away

to find a place to stay that makes more sense than this

More unhappy than most I know

or just more than they let it show

I feel the world's weight crushing

I see the clock hands rushing to douse the flame of life

And it seems a happy ending,

sorrow's mending are merely men pretending, trying to make it right.

I fear that day when I shall stand before the Lord

and give an explanation for every thought and word

I will be left with only Jesus name upon my lips

as pride, idols, and addictions from my soul he strips

I hope it is enough oh Lord to know your name

I pray it is enough to say you died to take my shame

For only your love could justify this life

because I fear I'm wasting it caught up in all this strife

Hope is so often a mystery to me

Help me in my weakness, heed this sinner's plea

Overcome

Make Belove

By Mark Bishop

I hear people talking about how this or that is hot. How he's fly and she's cute and about how much

they got. Listen up cause it's a straight shoot and maybe you'll be shot.

We can rate each other date each other or just rape each other in our minds while our soul pines for

intimacy its not easy to see but

we've all been lying if we say "I love you" but we're just trying to get away from all those days that

we just feel like crying.

If you love just for a night then did you really love at all?

Love is not a tingle or the feeling of a fall, love is not a state it's the greatest choice of all

This word has so much meaning but we lose it when we use it and we abuse it but we still refuse to

choose it day in and day out.

We've forgotten what it's about but without stopping to think we'll all just sink into this instinct of

self preservation, where our motivation is the inflation of our own ego

and please know that I'm included in all of the above

But we're a generation content with make belove.

Seeds of Bitterness

A Light

By Mark Bishop

And I, a light traveling home

Passed by weary travelers who had long since lost their way.

My radiance displayed the road that they could follow.

Though it be fraught with peril and truth that's hard to swallow.

I past those camped round little fires destined to burn out.

Some let themselves desire the light others turned to shout

"I'm happy here leave me alone, I'd rather go without."

Some came to ask me, why the darkness? Why are men blinded so.

Who left us in the blackness without saying where to go?

I said "come, taste, believe so you can know" some did but

others said there is no answer for this woe.

I passed others who screamed "go away you blackened fiend

you stand in the way of all we've dreamed"

They had confused this hoar for a wife yes they had exchanged hope

for strife and taken death instead of eternal life and schemed

to rid their prison from any beam or ray of goodness that make

them question their decision.

Some commented, look another part of all that is.

A distinct segment of a complex whole.

'Tis all just passing, his way is no more lasting

then our own.

But there is no union between darkness and light

no place between wrong and right

to marry is not to wish for a fight

to be blind is not to have ones sight

to be redeemed must be a sinners plight

because there aren't any other options.

As I traveled on my light grew bright

the one who gave it held me tight

My hope was placed in heaven's delight

though my heart broken and contrite

I did not deserve to enter in the presence of the king

And I was overcome to hear the saints all sing

"Glory to Christ! Let freedom ring! for we have found our home,

I too was once a desperate traveler lost and all alone."

Happy Thanksgiving!

Gecko

Still Grace is There

By Mark Bishop

I cry but for what reason?

I mourn but what treason has befallen this soul?

What condemnation do I now stand under that my joy and peace are rent asunder

There is none but only Christ who paid in full the greatest price

Yet I still find my sadness pressing

I still think my wounds need dressing

When a holy King was torn apart to save a lost and still ungrateful heart

How can I even start to describe this depravity pulling me down like gravity

When I think my life's a tragedy that He cares nothing for.

I am the chief of sinners nothing more but it's just this shamefulness He bore

and how I know His grace is sure

It's why He has to win this war,

because I never can.

Eternity

Refuge

The First Stone

By Mark Bishop

Have you seen the way she dresses and how many shots she took

See how he impresses people just to get a look

Did you hear how he was bragging

Did you see her stomach sagging

At least I didn't throw up,

I wasn't even gagging,

She's a slut, he's a fag

they're retarded, what a tool,

workaholic, anorexic, sex addicted, selfish cruel

wife abuser, steroid user, liar, boozer

just a stool for our pride we use to elevate ourselves

we don't seem so bad when we're compared to someone else

but life is not a competition

it's a battle with high stakes

we've all forsaken strongholds

He died for all our sakes

what a lovely field of whitewashed tombs our crooked judgment makes

when some people are sinners and some just make mistakes

Goombanatorial

Peace

By Mark Bishop

Through squall and towering waves of fear my anchor holds secure

yet I'm convinced that even with it I cannot endure

When rains of life run down my eyes and in the warmth I shiver?

Have I strength to hold the hand of He who will deliver?

It's not the anchor but the boat a vessel small and frail

I do not trust on churning seas of life's uncertain sail

By grace it is not up to me, to crew my boat or stay the course

For God will bring me back to shore to joy's eternal source

Even when worry is my shadow and darkness fills the sky

While in death's valley long I wander wishing I could fly

Still I know that there is peace amidst the cares of men

To draw to Christ with every breath and find love once again.

Winning

Unconditional

The blog Begins!

So I've been talking about making this blog for a while. In short I love taking making whiteboard, digital art and poetry and this will give me a place to share my creations with the rest of the world.  It's a little nerve-wracking having a public blog seeing as I can rarely even make a facebook post without having a typo or some other problem.

I will say that this is primarily a "show-case" blog, I do tend to have some sort of message to my art, even if it's a funny one I might occasionally post an essay or something philosophical but for the most part I will simply let the art speak for itself.