Will you?

IT’s hatefully explicit what lies I permitted,
Time will be my witness: decisions I live with . .
Lyin’ was business, tryin’ I rightfully missed that,
In Christ I was lifted, now i wish His forgiveness . .
There was once a prison, now the bars are omitted . .
Power was fitting for this humble magician . .
Took the limits: made it his mission to lift them . .
So man receives the gifts that the Saviour has gifted.
Limitless wisdom through the ages that fits with;
Sinless ways and sacrifice humans resisted . .
I come as a liar, and as one who’s a misfit,
‘Reshape me in this house, so I fit like a brick did’ ...
I’m still a goat, owed to the mind of the spirit,
I could never earn enough, ‘BUT YOUR LOVE IS ENOUGH, KID!’
Call Him Allah, God or the name that you wish to,
If you just follow His love,well I promise; He’ll lift you.
The first will be last and last will be first,
And trust in him now, humble, He’s lifted this curse.
I stumbled, fell hard, I was blinded to see,
But Love is the trump card. Will you play it with me?

A good news muse that's just fighting to lose,
He comes Brighter than tubes of lightning shining the truth,
Frightfully good at brightening lightening moods,
Dying for dudes while he's delivering goods,
Trifling broods try to spite him with hue,
Designing their moves so they strike when we're blue,
It's alright we're confused, we're the type to be moved,
But all will be full come the enlightening truth.
So while we're amused with little life as our muse,
It's time to refuse anything bent to refuse,
With benefits due for the kind and the cruel,
The point of diffuse is the death that we're due.
The fallacies rule, so they're happily cruel,
Half of these fools with haphazard blasphemous rules
Trapped on a stool stood atop of a pit,
Funny it is that we're all shot of it.
So stop with the spit, cause I'm just a misfit,
Till my mirror is split and I'm made into this;
Cleaner than snow and humbler than grass that grows,
Fumbling past the thorns that havoc has to sew,
Grumbling blasts of truth are fastly remissed,
And my mind comes to find all of the love that it missed.

A good news muse that's just fighting to lose,
He comes Brighter than tubes of lightning shining the truth,
Frightfully good at brightening lightening moods,
Dying for dudes while he's delivering whitening goods,
Trifling broods try to spite him with hue,
Designing their moves so they strike us right when we're blue,
It's alright we're confused, we're the type to be moved,
But all will be full come the enlightening truth.
So while we're amused with little life as our muse,
It's time to refuse anything bent to try to refuse,
With benefits due for both the kind and the cruel,
The point of diffuse is the death that we're rightfully due.
The fallacies rule, they're happily inclined to be cruel,
Half of these fools with haphazard blasphemous rules
Trapped on a stool stood atop of a spiteful pit,
Funny it is that we're all tied and shot of it.
So stop with the spit, cause I'm just a misfit,
Till my mirror is split and I'm made into this;
Cleaner than snow and humbler than grass that grows,
Fumbling past the thorns that havoc just has to sew,
Grumbling blasts of truth are fastly cast to remiss,
And my mind comes to find all of the love that it missed.

Edited. Better rhyme scheming.