Seeing as we heed every word uttered by a Firaxian, maybe this has meaning:
Oh to Grace, how great a debtor!
Daily I'm constrained to be.
Let Thy goodness, like a
fetter.
Bind my wandering heart to thee.
Prone to wander, Lord I feel it.
Prone to leave the God I love.
Here's my heart, Lord.
Take and seal it.
Seal it for Thy courts above.
That's from a hymn.
And it must mean that Mr. Fetterman is good!
That indeed
goodness is like a fetter
And that he binds wandering Civers to Firaxis!
Yeah, that's it.
We need a tongue-in-cheek smiley face around here.