I know why I feel like a misfit
It’s not a flaw, it’s a sign.
The world never knew what to do with me,
But heaven had me in mind.

I walk with a limp, not for pity,
But proof that I fought to survive.
They called me too much, too broken, too raw,
But somehow—I’m still alive.

I never fit in with the polished,
Never played by their rules or their game.
But even in silence, and out of their sight,
My Shepherd still whispered my name.

He left the ninety-nine just for me,
The one they’d already dismissed.
I wasn’t a prize to the people I loved,
But to Him, I was deeply missed.

The sheep with the thorns in her wool,
The wild eyes, the trembling knees
He wrapped me in grace, dirt and all,
And whispered, “You still belong to Me.”

So now when I feel like a misfit,
Like I’m drifting too far from the shore,
I remember the One who came running,
When no one else opened the door.

Let them keep their clean reputations
Their comfort, their gold, their acclaim.
I’ll keep my scars and my freedom,
And the power that lives in His name.

I’m the story that grace made holy,
The outcast He chose to adore.
I know why I feel like a misfit…
I was the one He left the 99 for.