© Glen B Powell 1989

Most of us are believers but do we live what we believe?

Many of us are preachers, do we practice what we preach?

Some of us are children, blessed with a child’s faith.

Some of us were once believers too, until somehow we just gave up and fell away

Oh Lord, lead me on, lead me on, lead me on

Oh Lord, lead me on Beyond Belief

Some of us are deadwood, drifting with the tide

We received the message in our hearts but there it slowly died

The end is closer ever day it comes quietly as a thief

If we’re going to save this broken world give us something, we need something beyond belief

It’s easy to be an empty shell almost perfect from the outside

It’s easy to know the truth but never let it change our lives

It’s easy to be a believer if it’s only once a week

But the Devil in Hell’s a believer too, give us something, we need something beyond belief.

Oh Lord, lead us on, lead us on, lead us on

Oh Lord, lead us on Beyond Belief