Hard Not to Believe
(Rich Mullins, 1982)
When I stand up on a mountaintop and I feel the wind blow through my hair,
Well, it's hard to not believe. It's hard not to believe that it's there.
I tried to view it through a cynic's eyes. O, I tried to deny it was real.
But, it's hard not to believe, it's hard not to believe what you feel.
Well, it's up to you. You can pick and choose.
Are you fighting to win, or simply willing to lose.
You're missing the forest for staring at trees.
Once I struggled in vain against the growing pains
Of seeing all too quickly what was all too plain.
But, when I finally stood up and took a look it was hard not to..
It was hard not to believe.
When I look up at a dying man and His hands have been pinned to a cross
Well, it's hard to not believe. It's hard not to believe that it's love.
I can't give you any formulas. I got no equations I can offer for proof.
It's just hard to not believe. It's hard to not believe that it's true.
Well, it's up to you. You can pick and choose.
Are you fighting to win, or simply willing to lose.
You're missing the forest for staring at trees.
Once I struggled in vain against the growing pains
Of seeing all to quickly what was all too plain.
But, when I finally stood up and took a look it was hard not to..
It was hard not to believe.
©richmullinsongs
