fear and trembling

I come in fear and trembling
Before you my God, my King
I fall down to my knees
For that is where kneeling begins
I kiss the dirt with cracked lips
I dare not even raise my head
To see the shadow of one like thee

The dirt covers my body
Yet cannot hide my sin
My eyes dry from weeping
At the grace of my King
I cast away the shackles of the mind
The soul is near to being free
I have waited a lifetime for this
To see your glory reign

I cast my mind over the holy book
But scarce can take it in
That a stranger whom I never knew
Loved the prisoner within
So that by his blood hell’s gates were closed
That flood my innocent dreams
He said that his body was wheat and flour
He broke it for me
I cannot comprehend why
One would do such a thing
And why people eat and drink
That which they cannot understand
They do it as a ritual, whether their hearts are there
I cannot even watch them in my mind
I am awed by the plate and cup set before me
This is my body oh lord
Break it with your will
Consume my body with the fires of your spirit
Make me worthy to kneel

I do not pray for my words mean nothing
What my heart cries and sings is true
That you are love
And the mountains and the birds
Join my heart in this song
But here I am oh lord
Broken and lonely for you
If I could I would come to your door
And sing with your angels your praise
But you lifted me gently from my knees
As a father may lift a baby
And whispered so soft yet so strong and true
“the world, my son awaits you
go back and live a life
that is deep and pure and true
tell all that you meet through your actions alone
the glory you found deep down in your soul
this is my heart, broken for you
and for all those who weep at the cross as you do”

Now every breath that I breathe
And in every yearning of my soul
I hope that I can live the life
That will please him
So that maybe when I am exalted by his love
I will be able to kneel

It is a well done profession of faith.
It reads heartfelt.
The line:
"Tell all that you meet, through your actions alone".
keeps it a humble, personal homily, without guile,
condescension, or attempt at conversion.

I agree with hack, your poem, expressing humble candid secure faith, is also well written: reverence, respect, wonder...a grand praise to God.
It reminds me of a sentence I once read and still remember; though it is not addressed to the Almighty:

"If there is anywhere Perfection to whom my inmost being is known, help me to do only that which is right."

While I'm familiar with the title being a reference to Kierkegaard's famous work I haven't read it myself so I'm curious as to how this relates (if at all) to it. I guess my only criticism would be that for a relatively long piece there isn't enough sense of progression; of things moving forward. This feels more like a long prayer than a poem. I think if you added some lyricism or a bit of ellipses or tightened it up a bit (by eliminating some of the dryer passages or those that aren't really adding much) it would better.