Be Thou My Vision, sub-version by Marilee

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart
Naught be all else to me save that thou art
Thou my best thought by day or by night
Waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Be my obsession, my soul's only jewel
Framed by thy facets, and faceted, too
Thou every rainbow, and color therein
Thy beauty resplendent among common men

Be thou my frisson, in terminals grey
Spark passion's flame in my present decay
Thine to disquiet, while all mine are larks;
Make constant the theme of this fool's stops and starts

Be thou my garland, of flowers, of thorns
Likewise in linen clothe me as newborn
Cradle my body as I drink from your cup
Lead me to table where alone we may sup

Be thou my captain in life's ragging war
Grey are the battlefields, grayer my heart
Forget not mere soldiers though thou art a King,
Lead as triumphant each last, broken reed

Be thou my language, and my native tongue
Translate the world that I might understand
Thy name and thine only the governing constraint
Each sign of thy grammar, a symptom of grace