“He wants my knees to bend to the bells. I hope there's rhythm in Hell.” — Casey Renee Kiser Copy Share Image
A nail-pierced hand holds the sceptre of the universe, and my knees bend before him. — E. Stanley Jones Copy Share Image
When we sit down our knees bend, when we run our knees bend, even when we walk our knees bend, but when… — Eddie Rothschild Copy Share Image
