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Three pieces

Vera Kyrychenko

Father cut the cake into three pieces, To treat both his daughter and son. But for some reason I gave my daughter two, My son has less than half left.

“It’s not fair,” the son immediately became indignant. The father decided to calm his son down, Take one piece from my daughter For my son, to create peace in the house.

“It’s not fair,” the daughter immediately realized. Father moved four times, To solve the problem and help, But the children did not immediately grasp the essence.

It's not fair if it's more for her than for me. It is also unfair if the brother has more. It's not fair, you're in big trouble When you got fewer crumbs.

“So what is the injustice, explain, You weren’t indignant for two pieces, When there was only one left for my sister, Were you happy and even smiling?”

It's not fair if I have one And the other has two, with airy cream. According to this scheme, we always sin, And we call it a noble cause.

No one will say: “I don’t deserve Health, so much money, respect, But if it is less, God is not fair.” And instead of faith, there is only regret.

We see grace distorted And God came down like a beggar in our body, To live in the home of the heart, And vanity, like smoke, passes through the cracks.

Everything we have is given by God, And everything should serve for God's glory, So that sin does not cross the threshold, It's time to reconsider our bylaws.

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