Presence of God

I can feel the presence of god Occupying my intentions In my soul Within my thoughts And in wasted dreary dimensions These thoughts torment me They mold and shape me There's a man that I should be Or someone I could be Nothing can break me Nothing that I see You can't shake me You can't take me So set me free I can feel the presence of god In need of my attention In this room and in your words In too many ways to mention These thoughts torment me They mold and shape me There's a man that I should be Or someone I could be Nothing can break me Nothing that I see You can't shake me You can't take me So set me free I can feel the presence of love Holding my attention She torments me Creates and shapes me There's a man that I should be Or someone I could be Nothing can break me Nothing that I see You can't shake me You can't take me So set me free