Rex Bradshaw lives with his wife and daughter in Mississippi, where he is a member of St. Stephen’s Anglican Church. He teaches economics and geography at Jackson Academy. He is at work on several literary projects and writes occasional essays on theology and education.

Check out more of Rex’s writing online: 

The Wound and The Blessing

Reading Against Mammon: Ruskin’s “Sesame”

Thomas Traherne and the “Infant-Ey”

The Kenotic Image: St Sophrony and Austin Farrer on the Imagination

Meet Me at the Well

by Matthew Clark

Every thirst we’ve cursed is leading to a Spring our maps misplaced 

Like every human ache awoken in our broken hearts is grace 

Tracing through the places we have dug in desperate thirst

To lead us to the Well who comes to meet us at our worst 

CHORUS 

Oh come, come and meet me at the Well  

If you’ve tried your hand at love and failed

Come, come and meet me at the Well 

Come drink the Living Water and be healed, come be healed      

In the face of Christ, there is a light revealing our disease 

But the Lord of Peace has come to see the prisoners released 

So pour upon this cracked earth Living Water, Lord and shape 

From willing clay a Living Bride revived before your Face 

BRIDGE

The day I saw you seeing me 

That was the first time I could see

The truth that I was loved completely 

I feel a new song coming on

I feel my lost heart coming home

Oh let the whole world come and drink 

And sing the song of the redeemed 

CHORUS 

Oh come, come and meet me at the Well  

If you’ve tried your hand at love and failed

Come, come and meet me at the Well 

Come drink the Living Water and be healed, come be healed      

Come behold, come Beloved, come be held, come be whole, come be healed

©2022 Matthew Clark, Path in the Pines Music, ASCAP