Above the mosquito

Above the Mosquito

by john clare

There is a mountain ridge two

thousand feet above home

Too cold for the Mosquito's and

the malaria they bring

We should be able to talk clearer on

the hand phone

And build a new landing strip for the

valiant aviation wing.

It is there we shall move and build

again

Then continue the translation of the

Wano word

To free them from the superstitions 

of sin.

And raise tribal missionaries from

whose lips the gospel is heard.

Come and join the Wilds in bringing

life to those below

Pouring their all from the heights

to the Wano people

We must pray and give so they can know

Christ dwells in the valley seven thousand

feet among the mosquito.