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My Tears Are My Teacher

Verse 1

Back before the fall (before the fall),

The weightlessness of nothing wrong,

No price to pay, no tears to teach;

The fruit hung low within our reach.

He loved us, so He let us choose,

Knowing our heart was His to lose.

Verse 2

Then came a whisper, smooth and slow:

"You'll be like God; you'll finally know."

The fruit looked kind; the fruit looked wise:

Pride, perfected, in disguise.

And something in me closed that day;

The door was built, the key thrown away.

Pre-Chorus

My tears are my teacher (my teacher),

Crystal lessons falling from my eyes;

What empties the cup

Is how love magnifies.

Every tear a map (a map),

Leading me back

To what I was always meant to find.

Bridge

Crying isn't weakness;

It's what the body says

When every word runs out.

Something ancient rises from beneath;

Something too deep for words

Begins to speak (begins to speak).

That is the Spirit:

Every tear a sacred word,

A verse of living scripture

Finally heard.

Pre-Chorus

Opening a door I had forgotten,

A true path to the divine (divine).

Chorus

My tears are my teacher (my teacher),

Crystal lessons falling from my eyes;

What empties the cup is how love magnifies.

Every tear was a map (a map),

Leading me back to what I was always meant to find,

Opening a door I had forgotten,

A true path to love,

The love that was knocking all along.

Spoken

I used to think strength was holding it together,

Never coming apart.

But the woman with the alabaster jar

Didn't hold it together.

She broke it, poured it out;

With her tears, she used her hair to wash Jesus' feet.

He didn't correct her.

He covered her with Spirit,

And in that covering said everything:

Her tears were worship;

Her breaking was reaching;

Her longing was for truth (was for truth… truth).

What pours from the broken fills the temple.

He takes the darkest night, the deepest wound,

And makes it perfume (makes it perfume).

What the alabaster breaks to give

Becomes the fragrance by which we live.

Chorus

My tears are my teacher (my teacher),

Crystal lessons falling from my eyes;

What empties the cup is how love magnifies.

Every tear was a map (a map),

Leading me back to what I was always meant to find,

Opening a door I had forgotten,

A true path to love,

The love that was knocking all along.

Verse 3

Like a star that only calculates its burning,

Never feels the fire in the fusion,

Never finds its fate (never finds its fate),

Wisdom without weeping

Is a well that's never been drawn from.

So I knelt like the dust that had forgotten its Maker (forgotten its Maker),

Let my pride break open like a jar at His feet;

Love is the lesson the proud call defeat.

Final Chorus

My tears are my teacher (my teacher),

Crystal lessons falling from my eyes;

I empty my cup, and my soul magnifies.

Every tear was a map (a map),

Leading me back to what I was always meant to find,

Opening a door I had forgotten,

A true path to love,

The love that was knocking all along;

Opening a door I had forgotten,

A true path to the divine (divine).

Outro

Then came a whisper, smooth and slow:

"You'll be like God; you'll finally know." (You'll finally know.)

You can't get mad at the teacher.

Then came a whisper, smooth and slow:

"You'll be like God; you'll finally know." (You'll finally know.)

You can't get mad at the teacher.