Joey Skewes

It must be that I'm taking this out

For what was done to my young

The boy he's been taking me down the wrong path

Where none stay strong

At full speed I learnt the ways of life,

A kids bleed now rules the way I cry,

My loving is cornered by histories I knew not ruled my life

I'm consistent in losing

Hate my days are all numbered

Love that you’re in the movement

You’re the way I’ve recovered

But I’ve a habit in praying

Only speaking in drunkard

But I found it in music

My response and your comfort

He's a good guy?

Bad lover, very lazy

But I’ve stopped hating him lately

Cos I can’t see what you're thinking

Since you racked up the K’s on my engine, maybe I’ve got none to be taken

But I can restart using Jesus

I'm consistent with two things,

Always falling for comfort

And the shame that will move in

Soften all that is stubborn

But I've a habit in praying

Only speak when I want it

Love that you're when I'm foolish

Sitting right where I lost it

Hes a good guy?

Bad lover, very lazy

But I’ve stopped hating him lately

Cos I can’t see what you're thinking

Since you racked up the K’s on my engine, maybe I’ve got none to be taken

But I can restart using Jesus

Find out the way to refuse, is my head in my legs

Find out the way to defuse it, is departing from my skin

Grind out the things that I do, found something in my end

I'm closer, homeward

Through homemade homework

From my eyes into my spine

Kept saving seats for you, didn't I

Kept the receipts of all your willingness fines

I fell in deep until I understood why

Thrown out my personal waste

With my pen and offset

Bouncing my habits away

and departing from my skin

Grind out the things that I do

I filled it with versions of you

I'm closer, homeward

Through homemade posters

From my eyes into my spine

Kept saving seats for you, didn't I

Kept the receipts of all your willingness fines

I fell in deep until I understood why

Now I understand why

Way down the order is my love for this,

Lay down the former, it's my shallowness

Climb up the taller, can you meet me there?

Climb down to fall off, just don't race me there

Just around the corner, is my love for you

Take time to call up in my empty noon

Free time disorder, you would meet me there

Be fine to fall off of the best of chairs

Keep low my preference, keep low all the dust

Steep climb to lowest, but you did as much

My hearts obsession with the things that break

Your hearts compassion with my sinful state

Christ my Lord

Is at the door

He stands and knocks

I’ve turned the lock

Here I am

I hide the mess

Christ my God

His righteousness

Has swept the floor

Has swept the dust

Has cleaned the halls

Has wiped my rust

The stains he saw

Through my window

And still he sits

And he hangs his cloak

And everyday

When I slip and fall

Leave my marks

Both big and small

Cry I cry and cry his name

Jesus Christ, clean my mess again

Stomping on the ground until they light up,

Cop the lack of time, I let my eyes shut

Read a couple lines while I tear up

Shut the book, just for now, and we can come back

The flats got a noise, and there’s no fixing it

It might stop, but the problem’s always consistent

The upper house had a couch, and we all sit in it

A sort of crying out loud kind of business

I jumped in

I drove as far as I can but I’m still waterlogged

And somewhere there between a phone and a tear is somehow moving on

Just haven’t found it yet

My God

I wish I came to you all the time

I'm mostly here, and you’re on my mind

When I’m pleading

But when I’m fine

Will I keep near him

My Lord,

Humbly, I come and ask what for

Crumbling, I come and I seek your voice

Your healing

Forgive me Lord

For I’m fearing

Someday, for something

The ache will work somehow

In some way, for someone

I will dance inside your house

But if you’ll show, Lord, why not now?

I cried

Deep from the valley of my life

But I see a mountain, it’s twice as high

As my grieving

And my saviour lies

Down with me

Someday, for something

In greener pastures I will lay

And someway, for someone

I’ll give thanks for the delay

The coming joy's well worth my pain

Sleep in peace, for God's awake

There it lays, a pretty thing, a bed of flowers
Standing still, half my stress, twice my outfit
And someday it’ll be blown about
I won’t remember it, like he remembers me

Many days have I stressed here
And zero days has it added to me
Many ways have I tested
I have found his is faultless

Here I stand, cornered back against the sea
There I wait for an army to bury me
But my Lord, the King of kings, is rescuing
He parts the waters deep, when I’m worrying

When all my plans fall deeper
Lord, my legs grow weaker from it
You’re not done, and the more I’m waiting
The more I see your goodness

And there he hangs, sweating blood, and nailed hands
If he waits 3 days long, past his last breath
If what I face can't be deeper than my Lord's grave
I’ll wait here patiently, for your rescuing
It's much too late for me, it's not too late for him