old saint nick saved all the misfit toys <br />and gave them to all the girls and boys. <br /> <br />he knew that each one could never be <br />a misfit for you or me. <br /> <br />now all those toys had their spirits broken <br />for they could not see <br />the beauty that was in their hearts <br />was meant to be. <br /> <br />a word, a touch, of old saint nick <br />healed their hearts very quick. <br /> <br /> now that their spirits were revived <br />the tears rolled from their eyes. <br /> <br />they had learned on this day <br />that a pure heart would forever stay. <br /> so if you think that you're a misfit child <br />sit and think for awhile. <br /> <br />of all the others who are worse than you <br />and don't know where to turn to. <br /> <br />you have loved ones to guide you <br />and show they care <br />although at times they may not be there. <br /> <br />look into the LORDS heart and you will see <br />'a misfit child, you could never be' <br />for my love is within thee.<br /><br />louis rams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/misfits-heather-town-of-misfits/
