Listening to William

(afomft, cont'd.)

17. Listening to William sing and play

After the younger three hit the sack, William pulled out his guitar. For an hour, we heard a bunch of licks and bridges just waiting to be fused into a composition. Then at my request, he pulled some old Jars of Clay worship tunes out of the corners of his brain and played them for us.

I'm very sad and anxious thinking that he will be away from home next year.