No-man's-land

The church bell tolls a reverent note
Beckoning His children to their prayer,
To listen to a preacher quote
Of sinless souls and fortunes fair.

I watch, unseen, the faithful walk
To their places midst the pew,
With their Savior now to talk
Of sorrows past, of distress new.

From the organ the notes swell out
And voices rise in fervent song,
With deepest faith, with ne'er a doubt
They ask His help to make them strong.

Midst the shadows, alone I stand
Tears of sorrow in my eye,
Prayerless, in a no-man's-land
Listening to the singing die.