One way to put it is that faith is the root and beliefs are the flower.
In this, our softest analogy, beliefs produce the seeds of faith -- otherwise they are but chaff, which should be left at the door when entering your holy house. There is indeed a path and a way and, whether we will or won't, it is a path we all trod. The path itself is the place to where it leads*.
Your "beliefs" aren't worth a single drop of snot!_____________________
I'm sorry, but somebody has to tell you that!
Sure, credos are fine in themselves, but they're not
The Truth -- in fact, in themselves, they mean squat!
"The Moon is made of Green Cheese! Believe,
and you'll forever feed upon a sumptuous feast
while laughing at those who did not, in time, believe!"
["Not morsel or crumb for them for all eternity!"]
At best, beliefs can be a sort of crib,
a list of landmarks to look for on the way...
[You can't find the path completely ad-lib!]
There is a Path and a Way and every day
is another step on the journey we all must make!
Can anyone measure the quality of such faith?
This is why the vagabond [lit. one who lives on the road] is an archetype and perhaps why the Galilean [which could lit. be rendered as "the man from the book"] reportedly said, "Birds have their nests and foxes their holes, but Joe Blow doesn't have a place to rest his head