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