Blessed Teacher (Marcia Prager version)
Ah the Sages, they told us, back in old Babylon
That the teacher’s words linger, when the teacher is gone,
And the lesson will hold us, and carry us on
Blessed are the teachers for making us strong
A diamond ain’t nothing but a lump of old coal
Till the heat and the pressure crystallize its soul
Rubbing the tarnish gets the silver to shine
Crushing the sour grapes unlocks the wine
I followed a rabbi up a steep mountain road
It was strewn with hard rock, but inside was gold
We stood at the summit, drew in the sweet air
Triumph and failure ascended as prayer
Now all of my teachers live on in me
Give north to my compass, show me stars out at sea
They still give their lessons, through my hands heart and voice
Turn frustration to freedom and challenge to choice
Oh the Sages, they told us, back in old Babylon
That the teaching grows deeper as time passes on
Calls culture and wisdom out of the throng
Blessed are the teachers for making us strong
Blessed are the teachers who bring forth the dawn.
Copyright © 2011 Joseph M. Laur Ragged Ass Music, Inc.
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