When You Remind Me Why
Thank you, dear God, for the times when you remind me Why
Why I am doing what I do
Why I give up so much
I need these moments
When I seem to be moving forward, yet not knowing to where
I need these moments
When I am tired of serving
When I feel what I do means nothing anymore
In these times
You always remind me why
Thank you, dear Lord
For that little boy selling banana-que in Katipunan
For that girl selling sampaguita on the road while the rain was pouring hard
Thank you for that kid who wiped my windshield with his trapo
Thank you for that man sleeping on the dirty sidewalk near Luneta
Thank you for these tears You help me remember, Oh Lord
Why I do what I do
And why I give what I give
Thank you for reminding me
That I do it for them
