Under the gentle wash of the stage lights, Guy Penrod walked forward with an unhurried grace, every step carrying a quiet certainty. The audience stilled, as if the room itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold. His silver hair caught the glow, framing a face set in calm reverence, hands resting with ease on the microphone stand.
THEN CAME THE MORNING: Guy Penrod’s Voice Brings a Room to Sacred Stillness Under the...