Fear Not Poem by Natasha Norville

I have so many enemies.
To many to count.

They come with spears and swards.
They come with horses.

They come with ill words.
They come from all directions.

They come and pursue me.
They come to over take me.

But in there hast they have forgotten my God.
My God is angry with them.

He will make my enemies fall.
They will run with fear of God.

My God takes me up in his wings.
He holds me in his arms.
He tells me "Fear not my child."