“I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the saints, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge-that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” Ephesians 3:16-19

“Reckless Love” is just sort of a back-porch bluesy type song. It was definitely one of my favorite songs to do in concert. The rambling lyrics are fun, but more than that, I really like how they play around with some pretty large truths. I was spending much time in the parable of the Great Feast (Luke 14:15-24) and Matthew 25’s parable of the Sheep and the Goats. I suppose this is one of those songs that pretty much just says what I was trying to say: the first part of the song reflecting on this side of Heaven and the second on the other.

Reckless Love
by Joel Bidderman

The poor, the broken, the ones called “Prodigal Child”
If they are called “Lost” that means that someone is lookin’ around
But the coffee turns to tea, while they remain the “Least of These”
You said, “What you have done to them you have done to me”
Fulfilled or ignored the deepest satisfying need
But the found remain dark, while the monotone sing the mind’s creed
Is it vain conceit or sweet devotion that I know You love me?
They may label me insanity
But I will give everything because You love me…and them, and You call to the deep…

Beauty for the ashes
Rest for the weary ones
Invitation to the poor, come eat and drink everyone
Soar up on wings of Hope and fall into the arms…of Reckless Love

Time comes twisting and turning and falling to the ground
It gets trampled underfoot as logic is spinning around
To the Glory brighter than the sun and more merciful too
A petal falls from my heart in joy and gets swept up in
The singing, tears, the dancing and all the things that they didn’t know wasn’t a sin
I’m gonna’ open up my eyes now but someday not again
When the door with my knuckle blood finally flies open, I beg You’ll tell me
The words that I am looking for in longing to love You the way that You love me…
With Reckless Love…
© 2001 Joel A Bidderman

Vocal & Guitar: Joel Bidderman
Upright Bass: Candice Miracle
Percussion: Fred Jacobs
Body percussion: Mike Benning
Harmonica: Dick Mecone