Wil's Rap

Since I can't think of much to post here, I guess I can just post various lyrics that I've written. I'll start with the rap I wrote for the awesome man of God, Wil Addison. These are pretty old school, back from when Wil was on staff with XA at UL:

The Backbone
A Hip-Hop Ode to Wil Addison

Lyrics by Ken Taylor

Who can throw stones at Wil Addison?
One thing that's true is, you can't be mad at him.
Or at least not for long, you can't be adamant.
Just examine his life, and throw stones at him then.
You can't, but if you could it wouldn't matter to him.
His rewards are not earthly, but he's cashin' 'em in.
Where there's lots of people, he's in the back of them.
Wherever there's a crowd, he's behind the pack of them.
That's where he has to be to push people forward.
That's who he is: an encourager and supporter.
That's his part in the body: the backbone of the order,
Holding it together like the brick and the mortar,
The frame and the border, he's the embroiderer.
And he makes more change than a buck to four quarters.
In fact, he makes an impact, like a train on a track.
Demons get sacked when Wil's on the attack.
Don't growl at him; he steps up to bat.
Whack! Then Satan's lying with his back flat on the mat.
And that's what's gonna happen when he R.O.C.'s, R-O-C.
Plantin' seeds around the clock, bearing fruit frequently.
Sure, some may land on rocks, or get swept up by the birds,
Sun-scorched, or caught in thorns, but many will get the word.
Now for this bright-willed heart, there simply are no keys.
Sealed and deposited, Spirit-led, His Father well-pleased.