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"Please Forgive Me"
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"Please Forgive Me"
My sleep is gone; my heart is full of sorrow
I can’t believe how much I’ve let you down
I dread the pain that waits for me tomorrow
When the sun reveals my broken dreams scattered on the ground.

Please forgive me
I need your grace to make it through
All I have is you; I’m at your mercy
Lord, I’ll serve you
Until my dying day
Help others find the way
At your mercy, please forgive me.

I can’t believe the God of earth and glory
Would take the time to care for one like me
But I read in the Bible that old story
How He plead for my forgiveness while He was dying on a tree.

Please forgive me
I need your grace to make it through
All I have is you; I’m at your mercy
Lord, I’ll serve you
Until my dying day
Help others fi nd the way
At your mercy, please forgive me.


Words & Music by Gerald Crabb / Chestnut Mound Music/BMI

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One of the greatest weapons in the devil’s arsenal is guilt.

If he can ensnare us in that trap, then he can do a lot of manipulation in our lives. However, there is a remedy for such guilt — 1 John 1:9: “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” What powerful words!

In the early ’90s I found myself caught in the trap of guilt. I had made some very bad choices and was left to deal with the consequences. I was living in Beaver Dam, Kentucky, where I had lived most of my life. I had pastored six churches and had served as an evangelist, yet by the end of that decade I was a very broken man. The minister and the father of four children was now divorced, struggling with an addiction to alcohol and living under a very black cloud of guilt.

One day at a car wash where I worked, something very unusual happened. It was as though the devil himself paid me a visit and began to accuse me and point out my many failures. I was reminded of how I had failed God, failed the church and failed my family. I was even told that I was unworthy to live. While feeling very distraught from the guilt, I heard a tender voice within whisper, “I love you.” It was the voice of my Savior.

At that moment all the calloused emotions bottled within me broke. I wept for some time and then fell to my knees on that muddy car wash floor and cried out, “Please forgive me.” It was a glorious experience; it was as though a ton of weight had been lifted from my weary soul. I began doing my best to turn my spiritual life around.

Five years after my experience at the car wash, while sitting at the computer reflecting on my past, my thoughts carried me back to those days. I began to write. A few weeks later I finished the song.

Soon afterward we began to sing the song at our revivals and concerts. The effects were amazing. The  rst year alone, we saw over two thousand converts in our meetings. After singing it, we would invite people to accept Jesus as their Savior; many did.

I recall the Crabb Family singing, “Please Forgive Me” at Brooklyn Tabernacle Church in New York. In two separate morning services, Pastor Jim Cymbala used the song as a song of invitation. He would ask those willing to follow Christ to bring their sins, drugs and weapons and lay them on the altar. There were approximately 150 who responded in each service. As the pastor led them in the sinner’s prayer, they quoted the chorus of “Please Forgive Me.” All I could do was stand there and weep, amazed at how God had used that simple song to bring hope to so many people.

I sat in the audience at the 2010 National Quartet Convention as the Gaither Vocal Band took the stage. Soon afterwards, Michael English began to share from his heart his gratitude towards the people present and to God for the forgiveness that he had received from them. Introducing the next song, he stated, “This is my testimony” and began to sing, “Please Forgive Me.”

I can’t explain what I felt as I watched the song come to life through Michael that night. I cried, and I rejoiced at what I witnessed.

It’s amazing how a simple prayer of forgiveness that was prayed in a car wash over 20 years ago led to a song that brings hope, night after night, to so many hurting people.

To God be the praise and glory for all that He has done.