I Hate You, Richard Wagner . . . But I Hate You On My Knees.
Every Knee Shall Bow And Every Tongue Confess That Jesus Is The Christ
Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.
We Have Got To Bring Corporate America To Its Knees
Handel, To Him I Bow The Knee.
Every Night I Get Down On My Knees And Pray That Dennis Kucinich Will Burst Into Flames.
When Life Knocks You To Your Knees, And It Will, Why, Get Up! If It Knocks You To Your Knees Again, As It Will, Well, Isn't That The Best Position From Which To Pray?
Even The Straws Under My Knees Shout To Distract Me From Prayer
Time Is Compressed Like The Fist I Close On My Knee... I Hold Inside It The Clues And Solutions And The Power For What I Must Do Now.
Constant Criticism Can Wear One Down And Weaken Knees.
The First Time I Kissed Brad My Knees Went Weak - I Literally Lost My Breath!
I Walk Into A Room Just As Cool As You Please, And To A Man, The Fellows Stand Or Fall Down On Their Knees.
