C O S P

 

 

I am wearing those letters

Right on my forehead,

They say who I am in Christ Jesus

And by whom I am led.

 

Having had an encounter

With Jesus in the past,

I said yes to his gracious offer

And stepped into his class.

 

“Come unto me,” he said,

“And I will give you rest,”

And now I am no longer cursed

But has joined the blessed.

 

Like a lost sheep I was

Doing my own thing,

Caring not for the things godly

Wearing the devil’s ring.

 

Satan had claimed me

By his abundant deceit

But Jesus opened my blind eyes

And I fell at his feet.

 

 

 

He gave to me a title

That is his only to give

Whereupon, once I was dead,

But now I live.

 

The first resurrection

And my gateway to heaven

And he assured this poor sinner

That my sins are forgiven.

 

From that very moment

My initials changed,

A new name was given to me

And letters rearranged.

 

Prior to my conversion

The letters spelt D E A D

But thereafter that encounter,

They are C O S P instead.

 

You must be wondering

What C O S P means,

These letters are given to anyone

When they come clean.

 

Acknowledgement of God

And confession of their sin,

And who in contrite repentance

Invites Jesus in.

 

The very best response

To the Saviour’s invitation

When in that signalled encounter,

He offers us salvation.

 

 

 He is the only Saviour

And his, the only salvation,

Whereupon acceptance of Jesus,

There is redemption.

 

Redeemed, bought back,

“Buying back” one’s own!

Satan no longer has shares in me,

I am Christ’s alone.

 

A new name is now mine

With letters rearranged:

“Called Out, Sealed, Protected”

C O S P is the change.

 

Therein is my witness

Thus, stamped in my heart,

“Called Out, Sealed, Protected”

Never to depart.

 

No longer D E A D

But most assuredly C O S P,

“Called Out, Sealed, Protected”

For all eternity.

 

Stewart Russell © May 20, 2025