Misfits (Heather**town Of Misfits?) Poem by louis rams

old saint nick saved all the misfit toys
and gave them to all the girls and boys.

he knew that each one could never be
a misfit for you or me.

now all those toys had their spirits broken
for they could not see
the beauty that was in their hearts
was meant to be.

a word, a touch, of old saint nick
healed their hearts very quick.

now that their spirits were revived
the tears rolled from their eyes.

they had learned on this day
that a pure heart would forever stay.
so if you think that you're a misfit child
sit and think for awhile.

of all the others who are worse than you
and don't know where to turn to.

you have loved ones to guide you
and show they care
although at times they may not be there.

look into the LORDS heart and you will see
'a misfit child, you could never be'
for my love is within thee.