All That Matters

The bright sun sinks below the hills
and starlight fills the sky.
Crystal raindrops shatter down
as a shadow cloud flits by.
The mystic music of the night
floats beneath the moon,
silver light casts shadows through,
the window of my room.
An electric power soft as love,
brings these scenes to life,
whispering out gentle words,
but sharper than a knife.
Before Your storm we cannot stand,
our creations left in tatters,
yet the stones cry out Your name,
for You are all that matters.