They sing of the church in the valley,
But my heart receives a great thrill
When I think of the home of my childhood
And the little white church on the hill.
It stands as a symbol of Gods love
And mother’s and father’s love too.
For they went with us each Sunday morning
To show us the pathway so true.
God’s acre is near, and our dear ones
Lie under its green grassy sod.
Their lives have been our inspiration
We know they’ve gone home to God.
I’ve seen very beautiful churches
Some that I’ll never forget.
But none so dear as the church on the hill
The one that we call Olivet.
— found among Great Grandfather David Dixon’s papers, written by our Great Aunt Ida Amanda Dixon Price (shared by our Great Aunt Mary Florence Dixon Hardesty)