Not every miracle wears wings—some pour drinks after closing
James D Simser — Author of The Star Cycle
They once counted sins in a cell. Now they count the souls
She built her life on secrets. He found her under the spotlight
Exile isn’t the end—it’s where survival begins
Exile isn’t the end—it’s where survival begins
Some gifts can’t be wrapped—but they still save a life
Some people show up to pick up the pieces
James D Simser — Author of The Star Cycle
Some people preach salvation. Others sell the pain
Another night, another mistake, another morning after
Some graves are dug long before you die
In a world where attention pays, the price is always your soul
He opened his doors to sinners—and found God waiting inside
Faith doesn’t always open the door—it just dares you to knock
James D Simser — Author of The Star Cycle
Temptation doesn’t whisper—it counts the money out loud
Even the broken still know how to save someone else
