Joey + Rory – “In the Garden”

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Joey + Rory – “In the Garden”: A Song That Feels Like a Prayer 🌿

There are songs you listen to — and then there are songs you feel. Joey + Rory’s rendition of “In the Garden” is one of those rare moments where music transcends melody and becomes a living prayer.

Originally a beloved hymn written over a century ago, Joey Feek’s voice breathes new life into its timeless message of peace, faith, and eternal love. With her gentle sincerity and unwavering devotion, every note feels like it’s sung straight from heaven’s gate — soft, pure, and full of grace.

As Rory plays beside her, the harmony between them isn’t just musical — it’s spiritual. You can feel their faith, their unity, and their shared belief that love never truly ends.

“In the Garden” is more than a song — it’s a sanctuary of sound, a place where hearts find stillness and souls find hope. 🎶

“And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own…”

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