Christmas season, I made a choice
To help some of those in need.
So I found a food shelter
And volunteered to proceed.

Breakfast was to be served inside,
I arrived early that day.
My job was to serve the grits,
Heating on the breakfast buffet.

The line formed out the door
As aroma filled the room.
I was anxious to start serving.
After a prayer, serving resumed.

I was not a believer,
But I put up with the prayer.
I was certainly a tolerable man
Who treated all people square.

Serving grits felt good to me,
I served them every time.
Soon, I was known as the grit man,
Grit man, that was just fine.

Easter was just around the bend
Me, the grit man serving up grits
Walter getting his grits as always,
Hey grit man, can I have a little bit.

Hey Walt, how do you like your grits?
Hot is good enough.
Thank God for the grit man.
I smirked as I served 'em up.

Whats up grit man, what'd I say?
Nothing Walt, here have some more.
Sure grit man, God shines on me.
I'm here alone, I said with vigour.

Easter Sunday, breakfast served.
Walt was first in line.
Hey grit man, happy Easter
Hey Walt, come to dine?

I didn't want to be untruthful,
But God does not exist.
Just let him have his Easter,
Walt has so little to subsist.

I walked down the...