I can feel the presence of God
Occupying my intentions
In my soul, within my thoughts
And in ways to dreary to mention
These thoughts torment me
They mould and shape me
There’s a man that I should be,
Or someone I could be
Nothing can break me
Nothing that I say
You can’t shape 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 mould and shape me
There’s a man that I should be,
Or someone I could be
Nothing can break me
Nothing that I say
You can’t shape 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 say
You can’t shape me,
You can’t take me, so set me free.
