The lights were low, but it wasn’t a concert hall — it was a small country chapel, filled with wooden pews and whispered prayers. Guy Penrod stood quietly at the front, no spotlight, just a cross behind him and a worn Bible in his hand. Then he nodded, stepped to the microphone, and let the words rise: “Come, ye sinners, lost and hopeless…”
WHEN GUY PENROD SANG WITHOUT SPOTLIGHTS — A Chapel, a Hymn, and a Presence Felt…
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