Below is a poem she wrote while completing her practicum in the mountains of Mexico. I've added a link to her Poem blog in my header.
A cloud still covers that mountain today,
The view from its village is hazy each way.
The people there live in darkness also
Not knowing the Light that dispels every woe.
Their name means "people of the rain,"
Yet they know not the God who cleanses each stain.
They love, and yet they know not Love;
They're happy, and yet, can they know true joy?
Oh, Abba, come, touch these people today;
Break into their village, their hearts to stay-
Bring joy from above, and life from on high.
Redeem their souls, to Your love draw them nigh.