[stylist] Is it heaven revised

[Barbara Hammel]

IS IT HEAVEN?



It'S January the fifth  today

And the thermometer says 62,

Are you sure that I'm in Iowa

And not in Thibodaux?



Or is it Heaven, after all,

Not Iowa any more?

Winter can't stay like this.

It'll return with a roar.



It's January the fifth today

And shirt sleeves are the wear,

For there's no hint of winter

Out in the sunny air.



Or is it Heaven, after all,

And did I actually die?

For this isn't winter in Iowa,

The snow should be piled high.



It's January the fifth today,

And my child thinks it's neat

That he can go outside and swing

In his jacket and bare feet.



Or is it Heaven, after all?

Please pinch me so I'll know

There are whispering  gale-force winds

And four feet of invisible snow.





I feel better about this.  What do you think now?

Barbara



A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd. -- Max Lucado