Presence of God

I can feel the presence of God
Occupying my attention
In my soul, within my thoughts
And the way to ? dimensions
This thoughts torment me
And mode, and shape me
As the man that I should be,
As someone I could be
Nothing can break me
Nothing that I say
You can shape me,
You can take me, or set me free.

I can feel the presence of God
Needed my attention
In this room and in your words
And in many ways, dimensions
This thoughts torment me
And mode, and shape me
As the man that I should be,
As someone I could be
Nothing can break me
Nothing that I say
You can shape me,
You can take me, or set me free.

I can feel the presence of love
Holding my attention
She torments me
Creates and shapes me as the man
I should be
As someone I could be
Nothing can break me
Nothing that I say
You can shape me,
You can take me, or set me free.