it's impossible - a poetic contemplation

It's impossible that You could be,
yet here You are
with me.

It is impossible,
and yet, You create possibility,
and I'm alive
despite the numbers of probability.

It is impossible that You would come,
the chances zero,
that an impossible God
would become a man
for the sake of me,
to die in humility.

Who stacked the odds?
You don't add up.
I can't find room for you in the smallness of my logic,
And Yet,
You are
breaking all my best bets
standing alone where nothing ever was.